Jedi Maul Novels & Stories

Chance, an experienced martial arts expert, harbored a deep fear of Logan's martial skills. With Logan weakened, the ideal moment to eliminate him had arrived. Jo experienced a sudden realization, his tone grim as he said, "Logan, you've slain a Jesundian Grand Master—a grave offense. The wisest course for you is to kneel and offer us an apology promptly. Spare your life by doing so. In return, you'll accompany us to Jesund. Rest assured. I won't end your life today."

Sighing, Dunley said, "You've probably never heard of this before, but in the martial arts world of Daneast, the four most prominent figures are known as One God and Three Grandmasters. "The god, of course, refers to Bryndor Morne, the War God of Daneast. As for the three grandmasters, the first is Seward Joslin, the High Priest of Radiant Hall. The second is Greta Cavanaugh, the former leader of the Lunaria Order and Isolde's mentor. "And the third is the man before you right now, the diviner, Calix Amato. If I were at my peak and uninjured, I wouldn't need to fear him, but now…"

“Hey, bud, hey, look who’s come to visit today?” “Oh my god,” Jedi says, his soul departing his body. His body is moving of its own accord towards where Luca’s crouching down, and before he knows it he’s got a puppy circling around his hands, licking his fingers and yapping as Jedidiah pets him. “Oh, fuck.” “Do you like him?” Jedi jumps as the keeper pipes up from behind him. “He was rescued two months ago, the runt of the litter. Are you thinking about adoption?”

A blinding brightness and a stream of smoke filled the area, vanishing quickly. ****** The sudden force, like a blast, released the three of them into the garden. "Gosh! What just happened?" Laney asked, glancing around. "That was so fast!" Malison replied, a mixed feeling creeped in, leaving them confused and staring at each other in disbelief, Jelnimia quickly sought to put away the haunting memories of her past in the Alpha's palace in the arms of her graceful mate, Malison, who regained control of his senses and dashed to her direction. Jelnima immediately felt a sense of fear, as if her consciousness and body were going to be stripped from her. Malison gripped her tight, struggling to k

Omar uttered when he saw the Ninth Sacred Sect's disciple who spoke, and his face suddenly turned gloomy. "Eh? You recognized me. That's great." The disciple named Jayden had a mole under his left eye, and as he spoke, the mole moved too, which was extremely eye-catching. "You're ranked top ten in the Ninth Sacred Sect's apprentices." Omar's gaze gradually turned cold. He glanced at the rest of the disciples beside Jayden and called out their names. "Stanley Morrigan, who just recently entered the top ten of Ninth Sacred Sect apprentices; Yuri Leightwood, Ninth Sacred Sect's apprentice who never fell out of the top five—"

His mind raced, struggling to comprehend the enigmatic statement Jude had uttered. Seeking clarity and guidance, Miguel set out to find Zelda. He journeyed through the labyrinthine corridors of his thoughts, his footsteps echoing the tumultuous echoes of his heart. The weight of the Messiah's words propelled him forward, fueled by a blend of apprehension and a glimmer of renewed hope. As he reached Zelda's side, Miguel's voice trembled with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. "Zelda," he began, his eyes searching hers for a glimpse of understanding. "Jude... Jude said there is another... another child."

His eyes were filled with energy and determination as his aura radiated intensely. The man said, “Godfather, how could you let this inexperienced jerk heal Waltz? She’s clinging on her lifeline now. What will we do if something goes wrong? This was why I had a real monk come by, Jarsurya of Obloha Nuvem.” Just then, a monk in long robes and white hair entered the room. He really seemed like a holy saint.

XAVIER ASHERIUS’S POV (A day before the Moon Festival) "The cops we questioned earlier weren’t all different from the other mortals, Alpha.” Judd reported. I saw his hands clenched into fists as muscles jumped out at his temples. "They're wasting too much time. If you drop your command, I'll crush their bones into mere dust."

His strength was unstoppable, his aura lethal. Jed, observing from the sidelines, clenched his teeth. “This is bad,” he muttered. “Prince Kael has been suppressing this power for a long time… I… I didn’t know he was the descendant until we went to the Moon Goddess temple. If only I had known earlier, I could’ve done something. Anything…” Naya could feel Jed’s regret and her own heart twisted with conflicting emotions as she watched Kael fight. His ferocity was unmatched, leaving nothing but shadows and the glow of his now-red eyes in his wake.

“This cannot be permitted.” The Ja’saal stood, gazing at them intently. “We know the Na’Himara will do their best to combat this threat. Your Maajira is wise enough to understand that it cannot be faced alone. Therefore the Jivanaar will join you in this conflict.” He stepped forward, his hands before him. Luceya stepped up and took his slender hands in hers. His skin was surprisingly cool to the touch, and she felt a faint tingle in her mystical senses. “We are grateful, Ja’saal. Your people shall be of great help in our cause.”