Novelas y relatos de Anakin Skywalker

It'll be too late until he reaches there. His heart stuttered. Was she going on a death mission? No! She couldn't fight alone against Alonso. No! No! No! Hunter was already running out of the mansion as he mind-linked Rasmus, Luca, and his warriors.

He was a grim reaper who have lived for over three hundred years, but recently took up the throne of Dragon Pack after the death of the deceased Luna from the ninety-seventh generation. "Greetings, Alpha," His minions greeted him as they all bowed, but his pair of green eyes were piercing into space with fury in them. His thick black hair was curled on his head with some strands laying on his forehead, his jawline was visible as he gritted his teeth. His pointed nose, long eyelashes, plump and pink lips, chiseled face, broad chest, and perfect height, were everything to call this man the sexiest man. For someone who had lived for hundredths of years, how was he still looking this young? You

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

“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?” “Just say the list, Cyrus. Don’t need a whole explanation.” Osiris said, sounding like he was regretting asking me this fucking question already. I told him all the names and he nodded. “Rey means King right? Would be nice, since Asher is thinking of making her the next Alpha.” “What the fuck?” Osiris laughed, “I think Asher said that’s how Leia reacted as well.” “He wants to make my granddaughter the fucking Alpha?! Like MY granddaughter?!”

she replied already turning pink. She was the first and only female to call him by name and he loved it. He was referred to as the lord,Lord Vador or the dark lord.She wasn't scared of him,she even made eyes contacts with him.She was different from ladies in all four empires who were scared of him and wouldn't dare to call him by name. They always threw themselves at him,wanting him to take them to bed and feed on them like it was something to be proud of. "So how would you like to work here with me,as my assistant?"

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

Decades ticked by, measured by the steady pulse of the Guardians' operations. Anya, seasoned and revered, had passed the mantle of leadership to Kairos, whose telepathic abilities had blossomed into a beacon of empathy across the galaxy. Xylos, despite his advancing age, remained their resident genius, ever pushing the boundaries of technology.

I said, escaping from our conversation. “Good luck, Frank! May the force be with you,” she laughed again, waving her hand and sitting in her chair to begin checking Sky’s schedule for tomorrow. “Star Wars marathon?” I asked as she loved to do a movie marathon with her husband. She rolled her eyes. “Starting from the Phantom Menace, but we can learn from Anakin, you know.” I raised my eyebrows, silently asking her what it could be and wanting to tell her we could learn more from Yoda than from him.

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.

“I am captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” He laid his hand in front of me. I almost got lost with his name. “I’m… Kylo Morris,” I replied. I shook his hands and forced a smile. “Where are you headed?” one of his men said. “I’m actually lost and I have nowhere else to go,” I replied. “It’s dangerous to sail alone,” the captain said. “I’m with someone.” A screeching sound interrupted our conversation as Wagner came out. His eyes were half-opened. “Kylo? You’re in my dream?” he said.