How Should Have Ended Star Wars Novels & Stories

not crammed into some tiny space with everyone. It makes sense though, they could not have given around killing everyone every time, it would have been false. Then it would mean they would not have any soldiers left,they would not have anything to do, any trainings , any survivors which meant obviously everything bad for them But did all these really have to end? Did it have to end right before I came? I had not relaxed in a long time and neither had I had fun in a really long time as well..

“Classic.” Further down the aisle, another section glowed faintly. WILLA ROANE – PROPOSED ENDINGS. A chill crawled down my back. I pulled one of those books. Opened it. The first page was the Standard Ending door I’d already seen: me in the car, crash, nothing. Another volume: Tragic Author Ending—me fused into the Core, eyes dull. A third: Hero Dies, System Survives—me throwing myself into some code‑storm while Corvin was dragged back into bound service, Selene re‑crowned, Jax promoted to handler.

If you don't hear me say anything else, just know it's because I'm trying to keep my emotions in check and prevent myself from crying. He sighs, hugging me tighter. He still hasn't said anything yet, and I don't think he can talk either. This is the end of our journey. This ending was supposed to have come a lot sooner than this, or was it supposed to come only a few months ago? It's funny how time flies. For a long time, this should have ended a long time ago with Jonas ruling as Delta and me being lost and forgotten in the grave. Instead, we got the alternative ending. Jonas gave me my life, but I wonder if the price for that was him trading his for me. His nose presses against my neck as

I drawled, walking up to him to fix his shirt. “Not quite, but I could show you what is.” His hands slid up my back, flattening until they reached my neck. I stilled, my eyes meeting his with a taunting smirk. “What makes you think this is happening again? In fact, I could walk out those doors and never see you again. It’s the last day. No more goofy remarks, secret missions, or silent contracts. We said it was the end of an era and, as it would, this is the finale. The end of the great war.”

“Forever, Daddy.” And as the stars burned bright above the Kane estate, our story—born in darkness, forged in fire, and sealed in unbreakable love—settled into its beautiful, eternal close. We had not simply survived. We had triumphed. We had loved. We had won. **The End** ---

Henry's POV The journey back to the star wars tasted like victory itself. I know we didn't have our children in our hands yet, but that was already a done deal. Having our enemies tied somewhere at the back of the car and my woman beside me gave me the most ecstatic feeling ever I hadn't realized was possible. I squeezed her hands beside me. We'd finished paying homage to the moon goddess and for the first time in a very long time, she seemed relaxed. "Job well done baby."

"You have every right to be." That was not what I expected him to say. I kept my face still. "Talk… You have five minutes." He nodded once, like five minutes was perfectly reasonable for what he was about to propose. "I want to end the war." "You could end it today," I said. "Pull your armies back. Return the southern territories. Leave." "That is not the kind of ending that holds," he said. "You know that. I pull back, a new Alpha rises in ten years with a new appetite. Your grandchildren fight this same war. The ending I am proposing is permanent."

“Our nations are pretty much gone. Whatever divided us before literally doesn’t exist any longer. Fragments, sure, But the beating hearts have been torn out. “The Federation, the Hegemony, the Empire - all gone! “Fighting who’s better or worse whether by blade or by word is an absolute waste of our time because it doesn’t matter in the slightest any longer! We have so much bigger things to contend with than these petty disputes over invisible lines out in space. “So please, by the love of all that’s holy, let it go. Consciously. Purposefully. I know it’s hard, especially for the more impulsive of you. Now, how about we refocus our attention on the end of the galaxy and get to work?”

"You won't like the answer. I can tell you when we're ready to leave and then you won't need to think about it until it's time to return." This isn't good, but I have no idea why. "You're scaring me." "We should enjoy our time together." "How would I enjoy it with this hanging over us. You just need to tell me." He rolls to his back and looks up at the ceiling. He doesn't say anything for several minutes, and if his eyes were closed, I would think him sleeping. Even though it kills me, I give him time. "Shadow Warriors were different on the home planet." "From what I read, they were homicidal maniacs."

It was as if he had become a different person from the one who had been fighting just now. I released a shaky breath before staring at them. "No more weapons Sith. You triggered him!" I exclaimed. Sith lifted his hands in the air to show defeat. "Maybe he's not as bad as I thought. He had the dagger in his hands and could have killed me, ended the story but he did not. He let me live," he whispered in defeat.