Darth Plagueis Novels & Stories

Apollo was also the ruler of all of Jaellatra, and he had attained the Seventh-soul-rank within the Sage Realm… At that moment, a man donning a black cape ran in before respectfully saying, “God Lord, the Quartermains have been completely eliminated! Due to that, I believe that a few of Jaellatra’s forces will begin causing trouble in their attempt to snatch the previous turfs that the Quartermains owned!” The person speaking—who had attained the Second-soul-rank in the Sage Realm—went by the name of Hisham, and he was one of God Lord’s followers.

Motivated by his desire for life in Hell to go back to how it was before the souls were released, he possesses the corpse of a sloth and since then pledged his loyalty to Darth Vader, the demon overlord. No wonder he couldn't pick up a scent, it turned out to be him after all.. His eyes glazed over as he mind linked Elias... "Yes, Nicklaus?" "Stop Hunting, you won't find it." Elias was Abit surprised and decided to call off the search before saying something.. "Did you find out the creature who got into the company?" "Belphegor, The sloth." Nicklaus ran his fingers through his hair and stood up unhurriedly.. Elias's movements were halted when he heard that name, Raphael curiously stopped wal

I gathered what was left of my clothes from the floor where we’d discarded it and put it on. “Leaving?” he questioned, voice laced with disappointment. “I need to go check on Layla. She should be awake anytime from now.” I said, then walked up to his side of his bed, “There’s something I want to talk to you about first.” “I’m all ears.” “What do you know about a man named Darth?” He sat up, “I’ve never been unfortunate enough to actually meet him. But I know he’s a powerful sorcerer who most likely has gone mad. Good thing he likes to stay hidden—far away from our kind.”

For some unknown reason, he smiled while holding it. A few minutes later, he sighed and suddenly thought that somehow that stranger had helped him. Migi also realizes that this is not the end of his life. That he still had to move on and he also needs to know who was responsible for his mother's death. Then he can take revenge. He will strive to achieve the justice he deserves for his mother. "Achoo! Looks like I'm going to get sick!" Migi said as he laughed while scratching his nape.

Since I was a minor, I didn't last in there for more than half an hour since it was against government laws for a minor to be held that long. " Marcus?" The officer frowned " what's your dad's name?" " Dante Marcus" I answered. The officer looked at me weirdly then gave me back my shades that were taken at the front desk. Now that I saw his face clearly, he appeared to be wary of my eyes. I quickly put them back on my eyes " Let's get this over with" he sighed motioning to me to start speaking. " I… he pushed me more than three times and I uhm...I beat him" I even felt stupid for saying what I was saying right now but that was really the case.

“We’ll make sure nothing like that ever happens again. The clans have been managing their cities well. The only issue we have now is with the close kin of the Eszayas Clan—they’re still part of the Imperial Council, the Exerah Clan. We discovered that Lord Dagim Exerah was the one who ordered those three warriors to capture you and return you to Earth. So we’re cautious around that irritating clan, and you need to be careful around them too.” He picked up a tablet from the table, tapped it, scrolled through the screen, and showed it to me. I saw a man with shoulder-length dark violet hair, a beard, and greenish-brown skin. His eyes were grayish-silver and blank. Just from the photo, I was al

“Enter.” The door cracked open, and one of the oldest advisors walked in. His name was Darius. Unlike most people, Darius wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. That was the only reason why I kept him close to me. “And what plagues our dear alpha’s mind?” he said. I leaned back in my chair, not saying a word. He studied me for a long second before speaking. “Is this about the white sage wolf?” My jaw tightened. “You know, you’re becoming increasingly annoying,” I said, clicking my tongue.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

One time, he raised a plan of burning the forest along with the dead in it, yet met great resistance from Marcus and other senior officers; the wrath of nature must not be taken lightly, they reasoned. “Go report to the king of what is happening here, lad.” Said a man approaching from behind. The man had a long scar on his closed right eye, and a mustache reaching both his pale cheeks. He clapped Norman’s shoulder then sat steadily on a wooden log right in front of Norman, saying, “I’ll hold the undead here while you must bring reinforcements from the capital.” “I never knew a duke can be ordered by a man lower than him.” Norman joked, having no malice in his words. He took off his helm and

"I'm offering you a job! Your plasma is useless. Your armor is paper. The only thing that cuts the Nullity is the Origin-Code, and we are the only ones who have it!" Dax pointed his glowing blade up at the descending black swarm. "You want to live to see tomorrow? You point your guns at the sky! You ride with the pack, or you get formatted! Decide right now!" The courtyard was dead silent, save for the hum of Dax’s Phase-Blade. The Paladin Commander looked at the sky, where the second Sunburst Dreadnought was currently glitching into oblivion. He looked at Captain Reyes, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Tank and Reaper. Then, he looked at his own plasma rifle.