Star Wars Episode 2 Attack Of Clones Novels & Stories

"That was just a piece of it. A probe. The real one is still out there." "Yes," Elder Morgana agreed grimly. "And now it's desperate. It will try harder. Use more force. The next attack won't be subtle." "How long do we have?" Zane asked, his hand never leaving me. "Days. Perhaps hours. Once they've been discovered, Primordials tend to accelerate their plans." There was a crash from the hallway—shouts, the sound of fighting. Aurora's voice, young and terrified, calling for me. I ran without thinking, Zane right behind me.

Leia POV: I had lost track of the days at this point, I stopped paying attention to people that were coming and going, Una was doing her best to keep her strength but I could feel that I was losing myself. The things this horrible man made me do will forever haunt me. I've killed innocent people against my own will. I was nothing more than a toy to him. At least when I would see Atsila he would somehow get me to stay positive but it has been days since I have seen him. Maybe Bosch killed him. Maybe he went to Alley. Maybe they have given up searching for me. I felt bad as soon as the thought passed through me. I know they would never give up but it's just so hard to stay positive. "Ah, my li

“The night of the storm, you said you’d never let me face it alone.” Kai blinked. The memory flickered in his eyes. The clone smirked. “Cute,” she said. “But he said that to both of us.” Zane’s voice cut through the tension. “Enough games!” He lunged forward, grabbing the control tablet from the wall and slamming it against the emergency switch. Sparks flew. The floor vibrated. The clones didn’t flinch. Instead, the first one stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine. “You know what happens when you fight your reflection, Lena?”

"I’m the one who’s going to write the final chapter." The man with the umbrella laughs and points toward the street. A fleet of black SUVs pulls up, but they don't have FBI markings. They have the Astraea logo. The doors open, and dozens of women step out. Every single one of them is an exact copy of Maya, and every single one of them is holding a weapon. "You're right," the man says. "You aren't a subject. You're the template. And the template just became obsolete." But as the army of clones levels their weapons at Maya, the one closest to her suddenly turns her gun and fires; not at Maya, but directly into the man’s chest. The clone looks at Maya, and her eyes aren't vacant. They are fille

“After that, she had no name, no pack. She clung to a rival Alpha as his mistress, hoping for shelter. But his Luna cast her out before the whole court. From there, she drifted like a shadow, unwelcome anywhere.” I lowered my gaze. “Karma always finds its way.” The doorbell rang. I opened it—and froze. Killian stood there, older, steady, his eyes burning with disbelief. “Clara,” he breathed. “You’re alive.” I managed a nod. “I am.” For a long moment, he only stared—then smiled, soft and shaken. “I waited. Ten years, I waited. I thought the Moon had taken you forever.” Behind me, his mother’s voice floated warmly.

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.

"We stop it here." Naz's voice turned grim. "New intel just hit. Those clones? They're not just infiltrators. They're walking bioweapons—engineered to carry a hemorrhagic fever strain." The room tilted. My father's last words echoed in my skull: You weren't supposed to come back. Now I knew why. The assault went kinetic at 02:17. We blew the eastern gate with shaped charges. Jeff moved like a ghost through the smoke, dropping guards with suppressed headshots while I cleared the corridors. Blood pounded in my ears, my HUD flashing with Naz's updates as she hacked their security grid.

ROSE: Later Logan LYDIA: You are too agile for someone who just came back from the dead ROSE: Cut the shit demon CLAIRE: Rose just said shit LOGAN: That's in the record CLAIRE: Oops! The evil clones are coming again LOGAN: (to Rose) I'll let you get your revenge on her personally. Don't worry about the evil clones. (Looks at Claire) Claire and I will take care of them (Claire nodded positively as she followed Logan and started attacking the clones)

"I am Prototype 16. I am the only clone into whom some of Lucas’s memories were uploaded. Sophia, perhaps the real Lucas never even existed. He was just a figment of your father's imagination." ​When the explosion happened, it felt as if the sky had split in two and crashed directly onto the earth. In that intense blue flame and deafening roar, the entire area became hell for a moment. I was thrown into a corner of a rocky ravine. Hot blood trickled from my ears, and the surroundings sank into a strange, solid silence. The roar of those thousands of clones, the mechanical whirring of drones, the screams—everything vanished into the womb of eternity in an instant.