Ahsoka Tano Darth Maul Novels & Stories

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

The nineteenth lash struck, and Asmada staggered, barely holding herself upright. Then, the final blow came. A terrifying scream tore from her lips, one so raw and filled with anguish that even the hardest of hearts might have hesitated. But what sent another wave of unease through Aurora wasn’t the scream. It was the smile. Asmada smiled. It was faint, but it was there. She held Aurora’s gaze, her bloodied lips curling slightly upward. A promise. A vow of revenge. And then, her body collapsed onto the cold stone floor.

He was wearing a hikitate-eboshi (black bird) hat and a gray battle surcoat. “The quartermaster is named Kosano. I believe Sasha fought him and managed to drop him overboard. He wields a pair of tonfas because he used to be martial arts police. He became corrupt and decided to give up his marshal’s star for gold. Now he runs most of the slave trade operations in the south. He’s from there and an earth Slayer. He’s dark-skinned, wears a bandana on his head and, if you look closely, you’ll find he’s missing a pinky…”

“Go now!” The warriors charge from three different directions as Ahsoka uses her powers to control the water. The more I watch her fight the more impressed I am. The rogues scramble to get off the docks before Ahsoka drowns them giving Alpha Nicolai and I time to reach the yacht that is pulling away. Ahsoka is doing her best at preventing it from leaving but at the same time trying to not tip the boat over.

Ahsoka My name is Ahsoka Banks. I know, my father has this weird obsession with Star Wars and I have been made fun for my name for as long as I can remember. I turn seventeen soon but I won’t be celebrating. It is not something worth celebrating. I stare at the mirror as I cover up the bruises from last night. Father never leaves any on my face or anywhere else that I can’t cover up. Even on the hottest day I am forced to wear long sleeve shirts and long pants.

She replied looking at Avan with these questions in her eyes like why the fuck is the dark lord on his knees. "It's not okay. I want you to go back to calling me Vador. Please call me Vador again," this time he looked helpless with his glowing red eyes."I'm really sorry. This is for you," he said giving her a yellow rose which turned partly black immediately she touched it. Seeing the beautiful flower Ava smiled"I'll take my leave now my lord," She said leaving the study. "Go with her Avan,make her forgive me," "I know you're there Avan. Get in here," she said opening the door.

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

"My sister has always been a fighter, one that would never allow herself be intimidated. Surely, she can survive in the midst of those wolves. I know she can" Masha shook her head and sighed. A knock at the door drew their attention from the conversation. Masha gestured Terra to check it out and upon opening the door, she discovered it was Lord Galadriel's right-hand man - Vader. He stood there, tall and intimidating with his face being as strict as ever. He always seemed like one ready for a fight. "Good morning, Vader", Terra bowed in obeisance, still holding the door open. But Vader ignored her and penetrated his eyes into the room for Masha. He found her there before the mirror and the t