Jedi Council Phantom Menace Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

🚨 ALERT: INTRUSION DETECTED IN SECTOR ZERO. A glowing crimson holographic projection burst into life above the table, overriding our data files. It was a live broadcast from the White Mane home territory. Standing in the center of my pack's council chambers was Uncle Gideon. He was dressed in the heavy, silver-plated robes of a High Council diplomat, surrounded by an entire battalion of elite Vanguard executioners.

This was where the High Council kept the prototypes they were too afraid to kill. Dante landed in a crouch, his "Void-Lead" claws digging into the polymer ground as he shielded Jago and the boy. He stood up, his red eye scanning the mist, his wings flaring wide to catch any incoming "Anti-Matter" fire. "Something's wrong," Jago whispered, his hand hovering over his broken "Frequency-Cutter." "There are no guards. No droids. No security grid. It’s like the whole island is... waiting."

After Jane left, Valles, brimming with curiosity, leaned in and asked, "Donovan, was that really the Martial Arts Alliance's vice leader? I've never heard of him before." The old man stroked his beard, sighing in admiration. "That was none other than Shadow Phantom, Henry. He and our leader built the Martial Arts Alliance from the ground up." Valles's eyes widened in shock. "What? That was Shadow Phantom? But isn't he supposed to be dead? He's been missing for years!" Donovan scoffed, clearly annoyed. "Ridiculous rumors! The vice leader is highly skilled. How could he possibly be dead?" Valles grew even more intrigued.

Vance shouted but his face was jammed further against the mud. So they were looking for those missing people? Did it mean they had nothing to do with Phantom and the hybrid? If they were actually with them, they wouldn't hesitate to kill us. I also could smell the tension in their skin. We were both vigilant of each other. As I'd gathered from our intel, hybrid didn't have any emotions and they seemed to know about us personally. But should I call for backups?

The Phoenix replied with a proud expression on her face. Jevro look at me, waiting for my opinion. Also the others. And I was about to speak when the chairman of the American monsters department, received a call. "Code, black. I repeat code black.! An unidentifying object is approaching towards our location! We need an order!" The man on the phone sounds scared. "What does it look like?" The chairman asked. "Responding to the chairman. It's like, wait hold on! It's a black dragon!"

Thea suddenly rushed forward and shouted, “No! You can’t accept it! You’re not allowed to accept it.” Her extreme reaction caused both James and Jacopo to frown simultaneously. Yaretzi, Youcef, and Yianni exchanged uneasy glances. James said, “He’s a man and should act like one instead of being comfortable with his title as the strongest of the Greater Realms.” “I can’t let him…” James interrupted, “It’s non-negotiable. We’re the Cadens from the Jademora Empire. The creatures of the world pay homage to us. This is not just respect and admiration, but also a responsibility and commitment.”

Mane pointed to Elder Hanuman as he spoke, causing the expressions of both Elder Hanuman and the Dragon King to turn pale. “The Black Dragon was only a Pseudo Phenom? Rubbish! Which Pseudo Phenom is able to keep his spirit and mind intact in the body of another?” Mane asked slowly. His words were so shocking that Elder Hanuman and Dragon King Bast were stumped. For seconds they were unresponsive, and that was exactly what Mane wanted. He hadn’t wasted his breath saying all this just to show off his intelligence. No, he needed time; time to prepare the King Lease in his arsenal. And he had bought himself that time!

"We can keep the lights on, but we can't make synthetic meat out of electricity. In two weeks, we’ll be eating the leather off our boots." The War Room of the Ruined They reached the Spire’s 80th floor, now the official "Council of Cinders" headquarters. The quartz table was covered in hard-copy maps and salvaged tablets. Jax was there, looking older than his fifty years, alongside a hologram of High-Elder Vahn, whose face was distorted by the Oasis-Spire's flickering long-range relay.