Jedi Braid Novels & Stories

Moments later, Jude pulled himself together and said with a smirk, “You’re going to make me chief? “Do you take me for a child? Why should I believe you?” “Swoosh!” A black and red shimmer sprung out of Kaze’s sleeve and plunged into the table in front of Jude. “How about now?” Jude was caught off guard. Holding himself together, he looked at the item that jumped out. The next minute, Jude’s lips quivered. “T-This is the Nether Viper Sword. “The sword represents the Viper’s Den West State Branch leader.”

"Another is how it got burnt. The moment the owner dies, this paper burns itself and breaks the spell." His words echoed in my mind as I remained stupefied as I allowed the reality to slowly dawn on me. I shook my head. "No, no, no… that is a lie." "We have seen these enchanted red papers from the wars we faced. We knew its mechanism for years now." "That means… Lenalee, the beta maid, didn't belong to the Skollist pack." I didn't pay heed to his words as I continued repeating the same answer again. My body trembled and I felt my blood drained on my face.

It was working, the little contact she was establishing was enough to steady his breath. “Tell me, Cassie, what can we do?” When Lady Cassie began to talk, her voice was as elegant as ever, but there was a glint of hope Bree didn’t fail to notice. “Brianna, you are one of the most powerful creatures alive at this moment in time. Are you aware of it?” “That is impossible, I’ve met plenty of creatures way more powerful than me” “Any of them after Nathaniel called for you?” “What do you mean?”

The Fate turned toward Brinn with a sad expression, "No offense dear, I know they are your parents." "No offense taken," Brinn said easily. The Fate's countenance brightened, "I knew I chose well!" They walked a spiral staircase and came out at a long skybridge linking one spire to the next. The drop was dizzying, and Junayd leapt back from the edge. "Yeah, that is not going to happen," he pushed himself against the doorframe. His eyes were so wide, they completely filled his face.

An older woman with ink-black robes and a silver circlet etched with runes. "She's stable now," the woman said. "The power overwhelmed her, but she adapted." "Power?" Sera croaked, her voice raw. The healer turned to Rhazien, then back to her. "You're carrying." Sera blinked once. Twice. "Carrying what?" The healer hesitated, then said, almost in awe, "A dragon's heir." Gasps rippled behind the curtains. Even Rhazien’s jaw went slack, his eyes searching the healer’s face like he'd misheard.

My jaw nearly dropped. “T-That’s… beautiful,” Preston whispered, eyes wide in admiration. I nodded in agreement. He was right. It wasn’t just beautiful—it was stunning. I know how to braid, but I could never do what Thirdy did. The braid wrapped around Chantal’s head like a crown, with only her side bangs left loose. I blinked several times, still in awe. I went over to Thirdy and Jarvis. “Thirdy?” I called softly.

“Take care of him, Sil. Take care of yourself. I love you both and all I ever wanted was to protect the both of you. You have to remember that.” He nodded. “I know, little sis. I know.” “Good.” I smiled and chuckled. Reaching up, I grasped my red thread and with a deep breath, I broke the connection. Nate screamed as he clutched his chest. I ripped the thread from my own chest but I was already so numb, already fading, that I couldn’t feel it. In my hand, my thread hung lip, slightly blowing in an invisible wind. Slowly, I placed the thread on the now shinning golden braid. The beautiful gold sparking and igniting but it took in my red thread, weaving it into its braid. It exploded in a burs

Standing up, he said, “Goodbye.” “Are you Forty-nine, the creator of the Tressencia Completare Art?” Jada could not help but ask when James was about to leave. Humbly, James said, “Thanks to Heavenly Secrets Pavilion’s high regard, the Tressencia Completare Art is in the Supernatural Signature Skill Ranking.”

The hag whispered, leaning in to whisper in my ear with her forked tongue so that I felt something slither on my neck briefly before her words sent a chill down the length of my spine. “I think it's a hybrid's done it, Mr. Bayes, a Magi. An abomination.” Ma Jules whispered and I inhaled a sharp, burning breath.

“Please, you don’t need to thank me—it’s an honor to help you! Just call me Yuda.” Yuda looked thrilled, holding the case with both hands and appearing a little flustered. ‘Wow… she’s amazing! And so pretty too... sob sob sob.’ Briella smiled politely and nodded. She knew Yuda—he usually worked behind the scenes for Zedd. Arranging for him meant fewer people would be aware of her involvement. “I’ll head back now,” she said calmly. “Yes, yes, of course! Take care!” Yuda beamed like a fool, waving exaggeratedly as he watched her leave.