Romans & histoires Anakin Skywalker Jedi Temple

“You’re family now.” “Thanks,” Sam says, light sparking. “This place feels safe now.” “Let’s keep it that way,” Raymond says, blade glowing. “Ready, Jude?” “Always,” I say, kissing him quick, shadows curling. “Let’s finish this.” We head to the temple, a crumbling ruin from the blade hunt, air thick with dark energy. “This place gives me the creeps,” Dante says, shadows ready. “Same,” I say, gripping Raymond’s hand. “You sure about this, sunshine?”

The person brandishing his blade was also a Combat Department instructor in Flying Eagles Academy—Tegan Qualle. Jason was the best sword cultivator, whereas Tegan was the best sabre cultivator. Indeed, Flying Eagles Academy had gotten information on the secret realm of Kala Temple, and the acquired information was arranged by Spencer’s people. Spencer expected that after receiving the information, Flying Eagles Academy would take some time for discussion before they entered the secret realm, but he had made a miscalculation… It was because the situation at the Dragon King’s Grotto was not known after the two Flying Eagles Academy’s principals had entered it with many masters from the academy

Rhea’s voice is soft behind me. I nod. "She didn’t speak. She just... looked at me." Rhea’s gaze is solemn. "The dead speak in ways we forget how to hear. The Temple is close. And she’s trying to prepare you." We leave at dawn. The forest shifts again, the trees growing thinner, the air sharper. The moment we step into the last clearing, I feel it. Power. The Temple of Moons stands carved into the side of a jagged hill, the stone glowing faintly with blue runes. Massive double doors sit at the top of a worn staircase, their surface etched with the phases of the moon.

“Rogues.” Jordan drew his sword. “How many?” “Too many.” The creature’s form flickered. “My time here is short. When the moon rises again, follow the river north. The temple will find you.” “What temple?” I asked. He smiled, his body turning to light. “The one your mother died to protect.” And then he was gone. The glow faded. The forest went quiet again. Revan turned to me, his voice low. “You heard him. We move north.”

Temple Adat Elohim was located in a small section of Sherman Oaks, not far from Jenny’s apartment. Johnny met her at the front of her building and they arrived about fifteen minutes before the ceremony started. “Isn’t this beautiful.” Jenny said. “Here, you need to wear one of these.” “A yamaka?.” “You know what it is?” Jenny was surprised.

Jasper greeted him with a bow and I quickly followed suit. The Abbey stared at Jasper for a moment with a knowing smile before turning to me, “Welcome to the Temple of Lang Dui.” He stepped aside and motioned to the beautifully sculpted building surrounded by lush greenery and bright flowers blooming from various gardens around the temple. “It’s beautiful.” I gasped when I caught sight of the wolves mulling about the temple, they seemed completely at home yet the sight was so bizarre to me. “You must be tired from your travels, Lee will show you to your quarters to freshen up, I hope you’ll join us for lunch?” He asked with a hopeful smile and I couldn’t help but agree.

Author’s POV At the BlueMoon Pack, the twins, Seraphina, and their men parked their bikes by the mountain close to the temple and climbed down from them. Their eyes darted around the hills before they made their way toward the entrance of the great temple. “Welcome. The Alpha is already waiting for you,” a young boy dressed in white, clearly in priesthood training, said as he bowed. He gestured toward a hallway. “This way, please.”

“That is where the Eclipsed Moon will rise.” The room fell silent. Kael spoke first. “So we stop him.” Cassian nodded. “Yes.” “But it will not be easy.” He looked at Luna. “The temple can only be entered by two forces.” Luna raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess.” “The Moonbearer,” Cassian said. “And the blood of Solaryn.” Torren crossed his arms proudly. “That would be us.” Luna sighed. “Of course it would.” Lyra stepped forward. “The journey to the temple will take weeks. Through lands controlled by the Shadow King.”

They reached their destination three days later, just as twilight began. The Temple stood tall on the side of a cliff. It was part of the mountain, but it also seemed separate from it. Its arches spiraled in unnatural geometry, impossible curves, and perfect angles that disoriented the eye. Runes glowed faintly along its foundation—sigils from no tongue known to Silver More. Jayden dismounted first, sniffing the air. “There’s something old here. Powerful. It doesn’t like us.” Aelin spoke calmly. "It won't matter. " She paused and looked at the Temple. "It’s waiting for me. "

Clearing my throat, feeling like there was a huge chunk stuck in my throat, I eyed the temple again, which was located on the north side of the main capital city of the Sowinski Kingdom. Legend has it that Mother personally constructed this temple, providing a sacred space for Her creations to offer their worship and devotion. Similar main temples were erected in the kingdoms of Waevalon, Yuanzhong, and Estasia Eglaria, all under Her divine influence. The grand structure stood tall and majestic, its architecture adorned with intricate carvings and shimmering marble. The entrance was framed by towering pillars, showcasing the symbol of the moon and stars. As I stepped inside, the air carried