Star Wars: The Clone Wars Domino Squad Novels & Stories

Bella, you go for those three while I go for the other day to save the kids. Why do I get to do the easier one? Because if you try to take the guards, you are only going to end up making noises and alerting the rest of them beside you. You want to save your sister, not me. Bella interrupted him mockingly. Fine! They were about to make a move when they heard voices like someone was angry and shouting orders at the top of their lungs. They stopped behind to see who it was. Wait, I know that guy! He is Ishmael Jonas. Mr. Brown Jonas is his immediate brother; he is the one handling the cartels for Brown. Bella said.

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

I felt his loyalty to the pack and that one man’s words; ‘I wanna get back to my kids,’ would probably touch his big heart, but…. “No deal,” he finally told Dom. “Okay, take them to the trucks, but let him walk away,” Dom ordered his posse, turning around to walk away. The North Hartvale members were reluctantly forced toward the trucks. I wasn’t gonna let this happen. “Dom, please!” I begged him. Dom turned sharply to look at me. “THIS IS WHAT WAR LOOKS LIKE!” he barked. “THIS IS WHAT WE MUST DO TO SHOW THEM WE ARE NOT MEAT!” He turned from me now and addressed everyone in general.

“The squad?” “The security squad,” Quinn interrupts, shooting Fallon a look before returning her gaze to me, softening her expression. “It’s our security team for the whole six-pack territory, both fighters and IT. Me and Brooke do IT, these two fight.” She gestures to Fallon and Astrid. “Well, I do both, technically. Our mates all run the squad, so if you’re into it, I’m sure there’d be a place for you.” “Oh, yeah,” I breathe. “I’ve had warrior training. My whole pack did, actually.”

Enzo left before Dominic could answer, the heavy wooden door closing quietly. The War Room became quiet again with only Dominic and Althea remaining inside the room. Dominic slowly walked toward the large whiteboard in deep thought. He picked up a marker and without saying anything to Althea, he started writing. EXPEDITION TEAM One by one. Dominic. Althea. Seraphina. Sebastian. Enzo. Six Elite Guards. He stared at the names and counted them several times.

Dominic said before using his hand to separate my thighs, lingering a moment longer than necessary. He removed a strap from his pocket. It was round and had a tiny pocket attached to it, just big enough for the blade. "Am I really doing this?" I asked as he tied the strap around my thigh placing the blade inside. It was tight, secured and well hidden when my dress fell back down. Dominic stood up. "Yes you are. You're going to do it because you can and you're strong." He said seriously grabbing my cheeks and staring at me intensely. I nodded my head. It was the confidence booster that I needed.

For a moment, he leaned back his head and closed his eyes, relishing the intimate ministrations from the slave at his feet. Another muffled scream brought his attention back to the scene in the playroom. The Dom had removed the other nipple clamp and the sub still convulsed in climax. As Jade took Scott deeper into her throat, the Dominant removed the vibrating wand and began to unfasten the woman from her bonds. When her legs threatened to buckle, the Dom supported her, murmuring softly into her ear. He led her to a table, where he bent her over face down. She lay panting, her eyes closed, as he released his erection, quickly sheathed it with a condom, and roughly impaled her from behind

Nora’s rebels, Vanguard's forward units, the extraction lab—all burned to ash. I collapsed against the steering wheel, my chest heaving as the adrenaline slowly began to drain from my veins. My hands were shaking so violently that the chain of my stasis-cuffs rattled against the dashboard. "Dominic..." I breathed, my head snapping toward the open front ramp. The purple smoke was fading, drifting away into the cold desert wind. Dominic was kneeling on the bent metal of the ramp, his broad shoulders rising and falling in ragged, heavy gasps. The glowing violet veins beneath his skin were slowly dimming, retreating back into his pores, leaving him pale, bruised, and bleeding from his ears. He h

Dominic spun around, his hand instantly dropping to the heavy sidearm at his waist, his teeth bared in a lethal snarl as the dust cleared in the doorway. Dominic entered the room, his eyes glowing feral red, holding a charred biker vest. They did not just take the serum, Valerie, Dominic growled, his voice vibrating with pure, unbridled fury as he tossed the burnt leather onto the floor between them. They took your lead researcher. They have declared war on the system.

It was taking everything within me to hold it all together. I knew that the druid wouldn’t dare do anything to Rosalie. The werewolf species as a whole, weren’t exactly known for their quite diplomatic resolutions on issues. Killing not only a Luna, but the Luna Queen would lead to nothing but bloodshed. Plus, Rosalie was much more valuable to them as a captive than she would be dead. The question was, was she a captive?