Star Wars The Clone Wars Fanfiction Female Oc Novels & Stories

The shrine grove was a battlefield under the moonlit sky, gunfire punctuating the night like thunder. Amara's heart stopped as the woman emerged from the shadows—Nkechi, or what looked like her, her face lined with years but her eyes the same warm brown Amara remembered from childhood dreams. The virus upload bar crept to 60%, the console humming with energy, but Ngozi—the clone—froze, her gun wavering between Amara and the newcomer.

“I am you. The perfected version. The one who doesn’t hesitate to save this world from itself.” “You mean to enslave it.” “I mean to finish what you began.” The clone rose slowly, the light of fire reflecting off her metallic veins. “The empire you built was never meant for flesh. It was meant for eternity.” Luca moved forward, gun raised. “Eternity dies with one bullet.” The clone’s eyes flicked toward him. “Ah. The lover. The chain.” She smiled. “You think she rules you. But I know her mind. I am her mind. And I know she’s terrified of what she’ll become when you’re gone.”

Syra didn’t smile. She simply replied: > “Begin integration.” Then she stood in the silence, watching as old lines of Mira’s abandoned code uncoiled like snakes from the system not hostile, not bound just listening. Waiting to become something else. Back in the pod chamber, the youngest clone had finished her wall sketch. A tree. But not rooted. Upside-down. Branches clawing toward the floor. She turned to Syra as she entered. “What is it?” the girl asked. Syra looked at the drawing for a long time.

She yawned as she said, "What's wrong? Are you crazy? Just got back and messed with me!" Oralie's gaze quickly turned to me. She assessed me while smiling, "Well, where did you find such a pretty girl? Aren't you afraid Swara will get jealous and tear her to pieces?" "Do not get me wrong. She and I have nothing to do with it. She is a new recruit chosen by Sir Charles. Please arrange for her a place to stay. Starting tomorrow, she will train with the female warriors." Clark was the first girl to speak. His tone was annoyed when he was suspected of having an affair with me.

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

But that didn’t mean that what she felt was the right thing to do. “Oh, boy,” Star began to laugh. It started with some gentle laughter until it changed to something that was like the sinister laughter of the villains in movies. Then when he stopped, he locked eyes with the omega and began to walk close to her, ignoring the pain that started to crawl all over his body because of the Moon goddess’s protection of the omega. Clary saw how Star was approaching her and it scared her but she stood her ground. No matter what her insecurities were telling her, she knew that she was ready. So if wanted a fight, she did not need Aiden to back her up, she was more than ready!

“She shared a few names. She had a whole fucking list. There is one I like, Aeryn, it’s from this show Farscape.” Osiris looked at me like I was fucking makes up words. So I went to the rest of the list. Leia had sent it to me, so I read it off my phone. “Elora is the baby of Willow, in the movie. You know with the fucking little person that becomes a wizard?” Osiris looked like I was talking about fucking rocket science again, doesn’t this guy ever watch a fucking move? “Nope? Okay, next one Allana is actually Leia and Han’s granddaughter in the fucking Star Wars books, you don’t fucking care do you?”

She flinched when the woman sat down. "Anna, I am going to tell you a story, is that okay?" Moni asked, shuffling a little bit closer as Anna's eyes continued to search the small cubical. She smiled a gentle smile when the woman nodded. "Once, a brave originals wolf called Damon fell in love with a mixed blood fairy called Clary. The authority didn't want them to be together, but they knew that they couldn't live without each other, so they fought the authority. They fought with everything they had." she said softly, watching as Anna's sobs quietened. "They travelled the world, receiving promises of help from the others like them, promises from the originals members like you," she whispered,

Blake Prime took Koran, and his clone took Nancy into their separate rooms, and they got ready for the night of passion. Koran was nervous and only held onto Blake as Nancy in the other room had already disrobed and was undressing Blake’s Clone to see if he was identical to Blake Prime. When Blake’s clone was fully nude before Nancy, she could only gasp as her worries were no longer necessary. Quickly lowering herself, she took his member into her mouth and began to work on him. Blake in the other room began to feel the sensation from the other room, and his soldier began to respond in kind as he began to stiffen more and stand at attention when slowly undressing Koran.

"Raine was an Omega, but she had the grace of a Queen." Clara, one of my strongest female Betas, stepped out from the hallway archway. Her jaw was locked tight as she slammed a protective hand onto the young Omega's shoulder, violently pulling the girl back from Twyla's reach. Clara squared her shoulders, baring her canines in an open, lethal challenge. "This girl is nothing but a cheap thief playing dress-up in a dead woman's shoes. Keep your filthy threats to yourself, Twyla. Not a single wolf in this house is getting on their knees for you."