How Should Have Ended Star Wars Novels & Stories

The Unwanted Wife has finally come to an end! ✧ To be honest, this wasn’t how I originally planned to finish the story. But somewhere along the way, my heart changed, and so did the ending. I know some of you may be surprised that the epilogue was written from Lucas’ point of view, but I chose to write it not to justify his actions, but simply to tell his side of the story. I genuinely felt like he deserved that. And truthfully, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night unless I shared his backstory, and that’s how the epilogue came to life.

That idea somehow felt worse. The End wasn't motivated by hatred. Or revenge. Or conquest. It genuinely believed it was helping. The memory shifted again. Showing stars dying. Worlds collapsing. Civilizations fading naturally. Time claiming everything. Orion gestured toward the vision. "The End witnessed the first death." The stars dimmed. "It witnessed the second." Another dimming. "The thousandth." The vision grew darker. "The millionth." Silence. The forgotten Sovereign looked toward them. "Eventually it decided death was unacceptable."

"We need a way to land!" I saw the "Story" trying to force us into a tragic finale. The momentum of the fall was a narrative choice made by the ghosts of the past. I swung the pen again, the ink glowing like a second sun. "THE ENDING IS NOT WRITTEN UNTIL THE CHARACTER SIGNS."

* *That had always been the whole point. **THE END**

“Right. Yes. We’re not done.” Jackson rose with her in his arms. “We’re close.” Savannah nodded. “Very close.” The war was ending. And the last chapter of their story was waiting.

The movie had reached its climax—predictably over-the-top and full of pyrotechnics—and I could hear Luke’s occasional chuckle or groan of disapproval. “I don’t think he’s ever going to run out of bullets,” I said, watching the hero fire off what seemed like his thousandth round. “It’s like he’s got an endless supply.” “Or maybe he’s just that good,” Luke said, his tone teasing. “Either way, it’s definitely not realistic.” As the movie finally reached its improbable conclusion, with the hero emerging victorious and the villain defeated in a hilariously over-the-top fashion, I felt a renewed sense of calm. The laughter, the absurdity, and the comfort of Luke’s presence had worked their magic.

Simply a fact. Aurelion’s eyes hardened. “Why?” The eye blinked. BECAUSE ALL THINGS END. STARS END. Another star vanished. WORLD'S END. A mountain in the distance crumbled. GOD'S END. The sea recoiled. I AM THE END. The words echoed through reality itself. Nobody spoke. Because what answer could there be? How did one fight an ending? The black eye slowly turned. Toward Elara. BUT SHE DID NOT END.

"Let’s just watch the stars for a while. Not as Rogues. Not as Alphas. Just as ourselves." ​One by one, the lights of the Vane’s Legacy II flickered and died. The hum of the engines faded into a gentle sigh. The ship vanished into the shadow of a passing moon, becoming part of the infinite, unwritten history of the deep-void. ​The story was over. The debt was gone. ​[THE END]

The sparrow died with the regret of not killing him. My story ended with my death. Finally, Sparrow was free from the demon. Death set her free. . . . THE END *****

"Because I don't love you anymore." I did not want to drag it out, so I stood up and left. "Cindy." His voice was raw. "Is there really… No chance for us?" I did not look back. Instead, I just waved him goodbye. It was like I was waving goodbye to a past that had never been worth keeping. No one could live without someone else. The question had always been whether someone was cherishing the other person. I spent a decade loving the wrong man and walking down the wrong path.