Ahsoka Tano Darth Vader Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

If we managed to live that long. ‘Oh, you’ll live that long. Not even death can keep you from me, not with how much trouble you’re in. You won’t make it far, Lola. The warriors are gaining on you, and they have instructions to stop the vehicle at any cost.’ Asher’s gristly voice circled my head, picking up on snippets of my thoughts, little fragments that managed to slip down the mind-link. ‘I highly doubt you’d mow them all down.’ The confidence in his voice and in the dry laugh he sent down the bond tinted my vision in an unsettling shade of red. It boiled the adrenaline in my veins and made my muscles go rigid with fury.

But I was losing hope already, I could only watch as they were all busy stripping off the shield from his damaged body. You promised me...I fucking love you... "...my queen..." It wasn't until Maven was in front of me then I realize, that he was calling me to assist him. "He promised...he fucking promised me..." my body shook with great sadness, which was slowly fading when Sabina touched my hand. I could see that she was absorbing my sadness. She was suddenly teary, but she nodded to Maven. "My queen, please follow me." I slowly got up when I felt nothing, my sadness was gone but nothing else was replacing it. It was just an empty feeling on nothingness.

His patience was thin tonight. "Come in," he said gruffly. The door creaked open, revealing Spade—a fresh-faced fighter, still learning the rules of the game. Bruises lined his jaw, a split lip still raw from earlier. "Hey, Kane. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Kane's gaze flickered back to the clock. Almost 2 AM. Mona was waiting. "Yeah," he muttered. "Come in." Spade stepped inside, shifting uneasily. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.