Jedi Braid Novels & Stories

“Makes me feel like a Queen.” Jada snorted, but rushed forward when I wobbled, nearly tipping over from where I sat on the toilet seat. Her hair was different this week, styled in two thick braids that ran down her head and dropped well below her breasts. It was one of my favorite looks I’d seen on her so far, and I made sure she knew it by calling her Jada Warrior Princess every chance I got. Hakeem’s warm eyes darted between each of wounds, all of which were slowly healing, before they made it to my face. There was a twinkle of humor there, which he quickly smothered behind a dry expression.

A man who was just the same face as him. Jared Dale, the Teleportation expert of the Dale Tribe. In the meanwhile, Chloe moved past Mai with the wind guiding her. He was standing behind her, their backs against each other. She was holding her sheath with one hand and the hilt of her sword in the other. Her hand pushed the hilt towards the sheath and it clicked back into place. Mai's eight arms bursts in black blood and he roared in pain. The shadows burst into smoke by themselves. The leader of the Black Crescent stumbled forward without his arms before he dropped to the ground face first.

he trailed off, his eyes washing over me. “Or are you she?” I opened my mouth to reply, to refute his claim, but nothing came out from my mouth. Think, fast Ravenna. I let out a small laugh, that sounded very fake to my own ears. “Me? Really? That’s the best you can do?” He didn’t respond, didn’t even react. “I am the shadow bride, and yet I can’t even fight you and your stupid pack for killing my father.”

But I can’t sit still. I’ve been staring at the letters for hours, scattered across the bed like puzzle pieces made of ghosts. Elara Maddox. Ellis Maddox. The Watcher. The line between madness and legacy feels paper-thin. And then there’s the word from that dream—or whatever it was: You’re a return. Not just a bride. Not just a stand-in. A return. I don’t know what that means, but I can’t find the answer in Maddox Manor. I need to start somewhere older. Somewhere closer to my mother.

KIVA. Catherine raised her hand, and the entire world seemed to answer her the instant her fingers lifted, thousands of black tendrils erupting out of the cracked ground all at once and tearing straight toward me like they had a hunger of their own. I didn't move, even though every instinct screamed at me to. I lifted my hand instead, calm on the outside even as my heart slammed against my ribs, and white light exploded from my palm in a wave that met every single one of them halfway. The tendrils disintegrated before a single one could so much as brush against my skin, dissolving into nothing the way smoke dissolves into open air.

Jaxon’s heart beat like a war drum in his chest, his gaze was fixed on her like she would vanish before his eyes. By the time she reached him, the surrealness of her appearance had the entire room enraptured. Benedict’s hand visibly shook as he handed the bride off to Jaxon. It took everything in Jaxon not to rip the veil off right then and there. Instead, he gripped her hand, noting the cold sweat against her palm. She was trembling. The officiant cleared his throat. “Dearly beloved…” Jaxon tuned him out, his mind whirling. This woman—whoever she was—had no place here. This was deception, a farce. And yet, he had no choice but to play along.

Not even time for a goodbye. "I'm so sorry. I can't began to imagine how much you must be hurting. Is your dad there?" "He's with momma’s brothers in the back. Jared is coming home soon, bringing his wife and their baby with them. Come home, please." Jared was Bethany's older brother, he and Jake having been close from so many years of playing football together. He stood and walked toward the ledge, reaching out and touching it for support. Kari stood quietly to the side, but he couldn't make out her expression. His thoughts were rushing all over the place as a light sweat covered his face.

“Brendon Levi, you are ungrateful, If you don't keep your faith, how can you live a peaceful life like that? JK shouldn't be from the Levi family, no way! I definitely won't sit idly by until I see the day JK falls! This is the debt you owe to us the Cruz family!” Mira Aura looked at the old Levi's picture on the grave and smiled wickedly. Brendon Levi is dead, not quite like her plan, but still considered a small wish of hers. The next goal is to destroy JK. Mira Aura, who was standing still, suddenly heard footsteps in the distance. Intuition told her this place couldn't last much longer. She quickly found a hiding place. In the distance, she saw Carwyn and Grainne walking Harry by the han

It gleams midair, and I immediately know he’s going to decapitate Jossie. I don’t know how, but I rise to my feet. No pain, no struggle. It’s almost as though I didn’t get my bone smashed by a metal pole. Everything goes silent. Time seems to slow down. The last thing I register is Briar bounding towards me and me wrapping my hands around his neck. Then, sharp white light begins to dance in my fingertips, sucking the air out of the room and making his skin sizzle and burn. ⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼

I'm literally laying on my bed roaring in a pillow. Why are you like this Braze? Fucking why? Look toward Ash he is so strong. And you, you are pathetic Braze. Jia is right, you are nothing, you are nobody and you didn't deserve anyone. I wish he is here, I wish he came back. But he will never come back I will destroy him. You destroy his everything Braze. Everything.