Jedi Anakin Skywalker Novels & Stories

“You got away from an easy fight just now, and you actually dare come back again. Have you not realized the disparity of our abilities?” The muscular man did not say anything but kept an indifferent gaze on Jude. It put a frown between Jude’s brows as his expression turned icy. “I’m Jude Held from Eternalporium. Who are you?” “Gael Sky.” The man finally said something. That was all, though, before he stomped a foot and vanished in a flash. A menacing steel gale appeared the moment he vanished and swept toward Jude. Jude raised a brow and exclaimed, “Your inner energy is high in intensity. Interesting!”

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

And, he needed to have a meeting with his ministers. Recently, his men had spotted the Jedi tribe moving around the sultanate and Jamal was afraid they were plotting against the invasion of his sultanate. He didn't understand why they were doing it. Even though the Wadai' sultanate and the Jedi sultanate were neighbors, they had never had anything to do with each other.

Kia said, he hadn't left yet. “ H-how did you know?” I stuttered. Was he disappointed? Did this bastard Anakin tell him?? Argh! This can't be good. “ Anakin fights in a peculiar manner that is known only by few people. Not to mention that he is the only knight and person that fights with a katana which he passed down to his regiment,” Kia explained. It felt like my hard work had gone to waste now. Maybe I should just apologize and come clean but I didn't really do anything wrong. I mean, I just trained secretly.

Everyone was surprised, and they quickly looked in the direction the voice had come from only to realize that the person talking was no one else but the strongest disciple of Sky Saber Gateway, Yeager. Yeager was an absolute genius in the wasteland. Yeager was known to be a dragon while Linda from Sword Ancestry was known to be a phoenix. He was also Sky Saber Gateway’s next leader.

“Hey, bud, hey, look who’s come to visit today?” “Oh my god,” Jedi says, his soul departing his body. His body is moving of its own accord towards where Luca’s crouching down, and before he knows it he’s got a puppy circling around his hands, licking his fingers and yapping as Jedidiah pets him. “Oh, fuck.” “Do you like him?” Jedi jumps as the keeper pipes up from behind him. “He was rescued two months ago, the runt of the litter. Are you thinking about adoption?”

I said, escaping from our conversation. “Good luck, Frank! May the force be with you,” she laughed again, waving her hand and sitting in her chair to begin checking Sky’s schedule for tomorrow. “Star Wars marathon?” I asked as she loved to do a movie marathon with her husband. She rolled her eyes. “Starting from the Phantom Menace, but we can learn from Anakin, you know.” I raised my eyebrows, silently asking her what it could be and wanting to tell her we could learn more from Yoda than from him.

“Welcome to Lotus territory.” They relax just a fraction. “This is Stevie,” I continue, gesturing to her. “One of my most trusted warriors. And this is Jace, my second in command.” Both bow slightly. “And this,” I say, resting a hand on Sky’s shoulder, “is Sky.” Sky freezes like someone hit him with a stun spell. Damon’s features soften—not much, but enough to matter. Riven’s eyes warm. Silas offers a small smile. “You honor us with such company,” Silas says gently.

James replied, “I’m from the Jademora Empire. My name is James Caden.” Confused, Frances murmured, “The Jademora Empire is unheard of.” “James Caden sounds familiar,” the man muttered, then raised his head again and shouted, “I’m Finely Faulkner, the third disciple under Skynet’s Lady Herodias.” “Nice to meet you.” James nodded politely. Finely responded, “Since you’re acquainted with our leader and young master, why didn’t you receive an invitation.” James waved his hand, and a VIP invitation appeared.

Dean Withers. He is older, but not frail. Not even close. His jet black hair combed neatly away from his face, his uniform pressed to perfection, and a golden crest of Aetherion Academy pinned over his heart. A loyal servant of Elarion. A loyal servant of Aeron- the man responsible for throwing me into Skyless Keep. "Miss Thalorien," he says warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, sit." I don't. His smile does not falter, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes.