Jedi Council Phantom Menace Novels & Stories

There were no words that could be spoken, nothing I could say or do that could turn back the time to prevent this all from happening and it was a subject I wouldn't touch unless she started it. I knew how she felt about it and maybe one day she will be open to discussing different possibilities but for now I will let it rest. "I also found out that Pythia's dad, who is the white witch, is on that elders council along with her aunt. Tye is hoping they can push the elders in a way to leave her alone but if not things could turn ugly." I said trying to move on from this moment. "Wait what? Her dad and her aunt?" Leia asked, scrunching her face up. "Yes, they are both white witches that I am ass

Xander stood by his side, both were looking worriedly at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he called back at Mordecai. “You’re just messing with my head.” Dorin’s eyes widened. The people moving towards Dorin fell to the ground, the air knocked out of them. “Now, we continue.” Dorin faced Mordecai once more. He had always loved fighting strong opponents. It means he could let it all out and fight with his real strength, but with his id now in his Phasma core, he was able to calm himself as he continued the duel.

"And the woman who held you under." At Rafael's name, memories flooded through me; his smile, his touch, his betrayal. The documents linking him to my father's murder. Isabella's voice: ‘Some women are matches…’ Pain and rage twisted together in my chest, a knot I couldn't untangle. I looked down at my inner wrist, startled to find a small, intricate tattoo of a phoenix rising from flames. "Why do I have this?" I touched it, feeling a strange warmth emanate from the design.

Jordan waited for a reply but got none, he could hear the commotion in the background before Allen disconnected the call. "Looks like the Council made their move" Jordan snorted and leaned back into his seat. A few days back, someone from the Council contacted him and tried to threaten him to succumb to them. "We have the Marrow. Let's work together and get the Drive from the White Tigers" The messenger tried to convince him. "Bunch of fools" Jordan didn't bother to send him away, he sat there listening to his tales like he was interested but gave no reply, except I will think about it.

“Pardon? I-” “I don’t like to repeat myself,” Do-won said. His tone was quiet, but it weighed like iron. And just like that, the doctor was gone, vanishing with one last helpless look at Zane. Perfect. Now it was just Zane and the heir to the throne. The very heir who looked at Zane in the wrong way. The prince took a step closer, circling him like a wolf. “Tell me,” Do-won said softly, almost conversationally, “do you practice dark arts? Occultism, perhaps?”

I hissed and he raised his hands like a form of surrendering. "Easy, easy, baby," he chuckled. "She's a newbie. A normal lady who needs a decent job. In short, not among us," he even made an ‘X’ sign using his hands. This man right here is Calen. He holds a reputable name in an underground intelligence organization. He is also the owner of this clothing shop. Accordingly, he just misses his good old days, so he usurps the position of his cashier, Hanz, his younger brother who also belongs to the organization that Calen is in.

While dealing with the corpses, Cassian continued to track Phantom's movements. Phantom was a skilled fighter who possessed the mysterious power of necromancy, which meant that Cassian couldn't afford to let his guard down. However, never would Cassian have predicted that Phantom would take advantage of the fact that the corpses were keeping him occupied to swiftly disappear among the trees. What was going on? Was Phantom making a run for it? Cassian was gobsmacked. Just a moment ago, Phantom had been threatening him, declaring that he would kill him. Why had he fled immediately after that?

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

Thankfully, between the poor lighting and hiding behind Felix, Luna couldn't see this, or she might have fainted from terror. "Mind if I make a quick call?" he asked. The Phantom paused at Felix's request, then laughed and said, "Haha! You think I'm foolish enough to let you call the cops? Just let me eat you." The Phantom moved with shocking speed, matching that of a Transcendence Realm master. But Felix moved faster, sending it flying with a palm strike that shattered its legs. Felix frowned. This might be one of the A-tier Malevolent Phantoms Xena mentioned. His palm strike only broke its legs, and its speed plus the scale of killing suggested as much.

A shimmering scroll formed mid-air, spinning once before displaying our names. —Brand: Team Leader —Jade Ishola: Second in Command —Nyomei: Attack Power —Orin: Attack Power —Lotanni: Mid-Range Support / Defender —Bainer: Medical Support (Engage only when necessary) Silence. Then: “Wait, what?” I said, stepping closer. “Second in command?” Brand turned slightly toward me, unreadable. “You're fast. Tactical. You don’t freeze up.” “That’s not a compliment,” I muttered.