Jedi Maul Novels & Stories

He is the joy of my life, and I can never thank you enough for allowing me to be his mom when you couldn't. If by some magical means you ever see this, know how proud I am of you. Every time I look into your little boy's eyes, I see the love you gave him shining through. You took a chance, and then you left the perfect results for me to enjoy. I miss you, little sis. Always. Love, Q END OF VOLUME 1: JUKED

“I…I know I’ve probably startled you. Maybe even frightened you. But, Cole, I really don’t want to hurt you in any way that—” Oh God, the look in his eyes. Like a half-tame wolf the second before its spirit broke. “No,” Cole cried. “No. It’s fine. Her safeword is…um…Mace Windu.” “It’s what?” Aiden asked, finally. Cole shrugged. “He’s the badass Jedi with the purple lightsaber.” “Yes, I’m aware of that.” He sounded faintly affronted that she’d doubted his knowledge of the Jedi Council. “I just don’t know why you’d— It doesn’t matter. If that’s what you’ll remember. If it makes you feel safe.”

Chen Pavilion was a place within the Wengcheng sect where disciples were provided with various martial cultivation techniques and martial skills. Every day, many disciples would go to the Xing Chen Pavilion to practice. That day was no exception and the Pavilion was filled with disciples. Suddenly, "Jae Lee woo", Jae Lee woo stopped walking when he heard a voice. He looked around him and shortly after noticed a teenager whose face looked quite cold. "You're quite resilient, it seems you haven't died yet". The teenager was Jae Khan. He was the culprit who tried to murder Jae Lee woo last time they had seen each other, Jae Shang's eldest son. Jae Lee woo gave him a quick glance and smile

"I never thought I would be so loved, and I’m loved twice over." "They really are… serious!" I made a face. "They were afraid that you might hurt me. There are… rumors going around." She shrugged, curling up a bit. "Rumors?" I frowned. "Some people say that Jaden is ruthless. He kills and wins every war he enters. He’s always ready to take down his enemies… they were afraid you’d be like that. Moon Chosen tend to be arrogant," she smiled. "But not you, Malia. You’re the most special Supreme Luna in the world."

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.

“My husband is leading troops here, so naturally, I have to dispatch forces to greet him. Thea retorted, rolling her eyes at the Divine Marius. “Isn’t this the power you granted me?” The Divine Marius was momentarily stunned, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “The order you’ve issued isn’t right. What is the Daeclon Mahayana? We don’t have such rank over here.” Surprised, Thea asked, “The Wrymscale Source doesn’t have anyone at the Daeclon Mahayana?”

Their white shirts were stained with blood and their faces showed immense exhaustion. Dwight Warner glanced at Jed McDanial and said, “This guy is the informal disciple of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion.” After hearing this, Jed put away his sword. Fane did not change his clothes when he went out. He still wore the uniform of the informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. Therefore, it was not hard to identify him. Jed looked closely at Fane, who was not hiding his cultivation level so it was easy to know with a glance what cultivation level he was at. “Leave here quickly!” warned Jed.

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

He took off his helm and tidied his long ruffled hair with his hands, then proceeded to wipe the bloodstain off his sword. “I am your mentor first, before any standing,” Marcus said sternly. “Never could joke with a stone-hearted man,” Norman remarked. He snickered when Marcus humphed in response, it was always funny to joke about his mentor’s austerity- growing up doing so, remembering that he had even gotten smacked in the bottom when he was thirteen for it. Yet no matter what, the essence of respect will never vanish, for Marcus—a man worthy to be a man that all knights should strive to be— was the one who instilled all knight’s values to him. Even the man’s feats alone during the demon-s

"I thought most of Earth would be nothing but abject and mundane myself. But look at these beauties, what a shame that they are the consorts of the Devil. They are beautiful, I'd give them that, but they are our enemies still, and for that, they must die." "Brother Leng is right. Judging from how fervently they protect the Devil's name, it would appear that your charms do not work on them, Jin. We should just kill them and be done with it," said another fair and clean-shaven youth but with eyes creepy enough to give anyone the jitters, whose strange name Ma Kewei (The very same "Ma" as "Ma fan" which translates as "troublesome") heralded his penchant for mischief and bother.