Darth Cognus Apprentice Novels & Stories

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

] [Hoyles: [voice message]] I clicked to listen and heard Hoyles’ somewhat hurried voice. "Being an apprentice is fine. I’ve already taken a screenshot, so don’t even think about backing out!" [Me: I won’t back out, but I’m injured right now and can’t come to take you as my master.] [Hoyles: No rush, take care of your injury first. Little girl, let me tell you, you’re my apprentice now. Don’t you dare hurt your hands again!] [Me: I didn’t do it on purpose! I was saving someone. As a healer, shouldn’t I save lives when I can?]

Like the good kids that our father had raised as we all were introduced, we stood up to shake his hand from across the table. “You have met Antony and Athea. Antony is our go-to tech guy. He has been the main one behind all the security around the compounds. Next to them are the twins. Cain and Abel with their twin mates Remmington and Reign. They are our master trainers. Cain and Abel are proficient in all things hand to hand. While Remmington and Reign are masters in weaponry. Reign also mastered homeopathic medicine. “Next, we have Levi. His mates are also unable to make the meeting today. Levi oversees our K-12 program. He has the patience of a saint to handle all those children.” Gabi s

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.”

The Forgotten clutch weapons carved from oak-thorns, their healed bodies trembling. The tower door opens before we knock. Inside, a man waits atop a dais of fused timepieces. His suit is tailored from shadow, his face a shifting mosaic of every person I've ever killed. When he speaks, it's in Kael's voice. "Hello, Kelly." The static snarls. "You're not him." "No. But I'm what he could've been." His form settles-a stranger with Eden's eyes and the Hunter's scars. "Call me **the Apostle**. I've come to tend the Seed."

Then he turned away and began giving orders. "Get the girl to the healing wing. Stay with her mother. Everyone else return to your duties." The crowd began to disperse, children stared at me as they passed. Their parents didn't pull them away this time. The apprentice whose pouch I had taken stepped forward. "Excuse me..." I blinked. "Yes?" "Your hands." He pointed. "You're bleeding." I looked down, the ashroot sap had mixed with blood. I hadn't noticed the cuts on my palms, the apprentice hesitated.

Whatever Aris was doing was helping them, then the men fell unconscious on the floor and I looked at my mate with many doubts about his powers. Aris was no simple empathic telepath; whatever he did to them tired them to the degree that they fell into unconsciousness and only really powerful people managed to do that. “Remind me never to mess with you again,” Inna said mockingly and I looked at Connor waiting for an explanation. No one said anything else, so they moved the rogues down to the dungeons. “Stay home; Drago and my grandmother will come and keep you company,” Connor said and I denied.

Joe revved the truck and careened through the driveway. I grabbed onto the dashboard. “What’s happening?” Joe let out a sigh. “She was part of my previous life…before I came back.” He paused. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. We are highly trained and skilled assassins for a government-backed organization.” He stopped and glanced at me. “Oh shit,” Alec said in the backseat, he held on for dear life as Joe maneuvered through the streets.

He said with a cold voice, “What a conceited boy!” Kayson stepped into the mansion’s living hall. Lincoln said through his gritted teeth, “Sir, this boy is Kayson!” Steelification Doyen’s two mentees stood up instantly. The ‘younger’ mentee was the old man in green, and his name was Ian Hach. He was a middle-stage pre-celestial fighter. The other mentee was the old man in purple, and his name was Chuck Lord. He was a body practitioner, and his iron palms were invincible.