Anakin Skywalker Novels & Stories

I hadn't taken a proper look at him because I was so lost in Kia’s handsomeness - not that I mean anything by that. On the other hand, Anakin was the total opposite of Kia. He was slender and had a feminine look to him, maybe that had something to do with his long hair and the way he bound it. He had long sky-blue hair with soft hazel eyes. I don't know why but I began to wonder if he could really fight with such a delicate appearance. He didn't even seem like one who would like to get himself stained. “ Nice to meet you, Sir Kia and Sir Anakin,” I genuflected.I tried my best not to look Kia in the eye because my heart was beating too fast for comfort.

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

When she sees me and Avani walking up to her, both of us naked, her eyes go wide and she presses herself as far away from us as Ancalagon’s talons will allow. “What do you want with me?” she asks. “Did you understand my son, little one?” Avani asks. “Your…son?” she asks, looking up like she can see Ancalagon. He lowers his head, so his giant green eye is where she can see him. “Avani is my father. Ishir is my step-father and I am Ancalagon. What is your name?” he asks her. Avani and I have stepped back. This girl is a teenager, old enough to be scared of two giant, naked men but young enough that she needs our help.

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

The candidates were shocked. The atmosphere was originally cold and chilling, but it now took a huge turn. None of them expected Adrian to interact with them like this. After Reina sat down, another young man stood up and asked, "What about me, sir?" "Linden Nox, nineteen, correct? Your parents passed away when you were little, leaving your elder sister, Diana, to raise you. Your greatest dream is to give your sister a good life, which is why your instructor gave you the codename Skywing, correct? You hope to spread your wings and soar through the sky."

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

Dean Withers. He is older, but not frail. Not even close. His jet black hair combed neatly away from his face, his uniform pressed to perfection, and a golden crest of Aetherion Academy pinned over his heart. A loyal servant of Elarion. A loyal servant of Aeron- the man responsible for throwing me into Skyless Keep. "Miss Thalorien," he says warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, sit." I don't. His smile does not falter, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes.

The gladiator paused, seemed to think it over. "Please, Sir. Please! I'm human just like you, please don't...don't do this... don't cut off my balls. Please!" Inarius begged. He couldn't believe this was happening. A week ago, he was the aide to a powerful senator in the Imperium capital, privy to the secrets of powerful government officials. Now he felt like less than a fly's larva. The rebel leader gave Anaria a meaningful look. "If your dear father wants to join us for a dip in the creek, I suppose one final bath before he gets castrated is a worthy last request. I'll allow it."

Frederick added suddenly. "Are you drunk? Anakin Pharmaceuticals is a massive company! Do you think they’re just going to sell their branch to you for peanuts? Even if you are the overworld king, you can’t just force them to sell it to you. Besides, Anakin is backed by the Whalen Group. They won’t give in easily to you," Jasmine retorted, sitting back down across from Frederick.

She doesn’t doubt that he is, but she is not afraid of him. “He’s an old friend of mine, daughter,” Uriel interjects. “He came to help us with some matters. I hope you don’t mind that I brought him here without warning. But I need to speak with you privately, if possible.” “He’s a lycan…” “I am,” Kaelan responds. His baritone voice reverberates through the space. “I am Kaelan Darkmane, King of the Lycans.” A shiver runs down Selene’s spine, and she doesn’t even know why. Though her face remains calm. She had heard of him once, but she had imagined an old man with graying hair.