Darth Cognus Apprentice Novels & Stories

Then, arm in arm, we made our way to the training centre. Long tables were set up to accommodate all twenty of us recruits, another table in the front seated Beta Harris and another man who I could only presume was Jaydon. He was a lot younger than I had thought he would be, probably only in his mid-thirties. Jaydon's hair was completely shaved off, adding to the series of tattoos which spread down his ebony arms and up his neck to create the ultimate picture of danger. He looks mean. "Good evening recruits." Beta Harris welcomes us as we all sit down. "Welcome to our first debriefing. I would like to formally introduce Jaydon, one of Dark Moon's most experienced warriors and your trainer fo

Alpha Derion and Alpha Thane exchanged a look. “We appreciate the advice, Alpha, but our concern lies with the Ironpaws,” Alpha Thane said. “We’re allies, Lucas. We support each other.” “And I will be calling on your aide if and when it’s needed. You can count on that,” Lucas said. “But for now, we have this handled.” I noticed a familiar head of dark brown hair out of the corner of my eye. I looked to see Hannah walking through the atrium on her own. She appeared to be headed back to the hotel side of the complex.

She was panicked, but Jordan's presence calmed her somewhat. He was no simpleton, after all. He was the apprentice of Wesley Cane, the fifth most renowned master healer of Dragonia. Though he couldn't claim that he'd learned everything Wesley had to teach, he was definitely the cream of the crop of his generation. He was already an amazing healer in his own right.

He wasn’t so egoistic as to turn his eyes blind and easily accepted his defeat. “You heard that?” I asked Prince Deacon confidently while gesturing at the recruiter, who was nodding his head in agreement. Smiling with pride, I raised an eyebrow and raised my arms to gesture to Maise and Saige, who walked beside me. “Can we join the troops?” His eyes narrowed as he looked at the three of us for a little while before he sighed. “You’re all an apprentice of Custodes; of course, you're more qualified than the others.”

Jumping out of the way, I stood up to face the assailant. “Gus!” I warned my half-brother. “Get your emotions under control! You’re making a grave mistake.” “No,” his voice was a growl. “You made that mistake by coming after Lily.” “I didn’t kill her!” I shouted. But it was no use, because the next instant, there was a flash of light and in place of Gus stood a dark brown wolf with a white patch at the center of his forehead. The silver blade was caught between his teeth.

When we returned to the guys, Dalton grew tensed beside me. I turned to look at him, confused. His eyes were narrowed down into slits as he looked directly at Lucas, staring him down. “Who is he?” He asked through gritted teeth. "He's Lucas. He guided me through the dark forest. He's a -" I was interrupted by Dalton drawling out, "A rogue..." 'friend.' The word I'd been wanting to say died in the back of my throat. Soon, the warriors and pack scouts had Lucas surrounded, guarding Dalton and I from the possible threat Lucas could pose on us.

My warrior. When the session ended, she was breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on her brow. But she was standing tall. The other cadets looked at her with a new respect. The story was being rewritten before their eyes. Arden was not a victim. Arden was Kai Thorn’s chosen protégé. As we walked back toward the dormitory, the tension of the day began to ease from her shoulders. The mask was working. “You see,” I said quietly. “They believe what we show them.”

It could be said that it was much harder to make a perfect-class master fighter lose his mind than it was to kill him! Nevertheless, if Antony said so, it was definitely true. “That’s a waste,” Zayn said, heaving a sigh. This meant he was the only person who could take part in the Martial Arts Cup. Bryson then said, “I wonder if you’d be interested in meeting Apollo, Sergeant Larson?” Zayn considered for a moment before he said, “What is his psychotic behavior?” “He turned into an uncontrollable murderer. He’d kill anyone on sight,” said Antony. He then briefed Zayn about Apollo’s case.

Here this boy stood, unafraid, speaking loud. “Who are you, kid?” Eyebrow raised, the child replied, “I am Gonar, apprentice to the high priest and master of all the wood, Drust.” “Good for you.” August groaned as he tried to get to his knees, his body full of aches and devoid of weapons. “How is it I’m still alive?” “My master wishes it, for now.” “Wonderful, Your master around?” Gonar nodded. “He prepares for the Lammas festival and the great battle to come soon.”

The lights came on and it revealed his Kingsguard armour hanging on the wall. Mr Philip Jameson was actually Phileous, King Darth's most trusted Kingsguard that had followed the kids from Troleyadia seventeen years ago to kill them. He walked over to his armour and touched the metallic fabric around the chest area. It brought back all sorts of memories and he was lost in them. "Alas, it begins," He said.