Jedi Padme Novels & Stories

This time, she was trembling and facing back and forth. Drake sent the servants back and doubled the soldiers, but Hunters was eager to kill the Alpha. Was it a rouge plan? She had a lot of questions in her mind, but she kept silent. ‘I’ll be there, Leia,’ she uttered bravely. ‘Don’t let the Hunters or the rouge catch you. Stay silent.’ she ordered. And with that, the link connected between her and Leia was gone. She moved faster before slowly opening the maid’s quarter door. She looked left and right to ensure no one was watching her. She couldn’t feel any presence of the people around the mansion. She protruded her lips and tip-toed.

He added before leaving. Mr. John, the Chemistry teacher, turned to Blondie, "Introduce yourself to the class." I had a sense of Deja Vu at this point, it felt like I went back in time. "My name is Jake Adams," Blondie replied. "Alright, take your seat so we can continue with the class." Mr. John replied. Blondie scanned the room to find the only vacant seat, of course, it had to be the one next to me. Told you, I traveled back in time.

His presence was magnetic, commanding the room without a single word. He was strikingly handsome, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his long white regalia flowed around him like a cloak of authority. The intricate stones adorning his attire glimmered, adding to the aura of wealth and power he radiated. By his side stood a woman whose beauty was almost otherworldly. Lyra’s mother. But she seemed far too young to be her parent. She looked ageless, the kind of beauty that transcended time. Her long white hair cascaded past her waist, a silver stream that shimmered with every subtle movement.

The cold metal pressed against my skin, sending a powerful energy through me. I looked up and the room was brighter. As if the moon itself had chosen this moment to be blessed. I stepped forward and held up my hand, wishing for peace. The people immediately obeyed. The sound of my breathing filled the room "I'm not of a royal blood, neither am I a member by blood" I began in a loud voice "I wasn't born to lead. I wasn't trained to be a warrior, I was gifted naturally by the Moon goddess" The crowd apploaded in approval

She had long black hair that touched her waist and that was all most people had seen of her. But, some people had seen than that. They had seen her fingers and her nails which were always painted black and were always covered by gloves. Some had seen her eyes which were always surrounded by black shades of eye shadow and her lips that seemed blacker each time you looked at it. But, none had noticed those bright blue irises that sparkled whenever she smiled. Neither had anyone seen her smile. They all knew her name and all she did but most of them would never recognize her if she wore a color other than black. She was Jade Adler, the Gothic troublemaker who had almost burned down the school d

“Thank you. You’re getting better, Sphinx, but you’re not there yet. I know your family is just as important to you as it is to the rest of your family. So do what’s best for them.” She nods. “I have to go. I need to go help the pack get ready to send their warriors out for battle.” “Send me a message later, let me know how you’re doing.” “I will.” She stares at the camera not hanging up. “Thanks, Hacker.” “Anytime my little Padawan. Contact me later, I’ll update you on what’s going on over here.” “Will do.” When she hangs up, she waves at the camera before she gets up and walks out. I finally turn the camera off and return to monitoring everything that is happening all at once.

said the pale child. “It’s a kid!” Johan was finally able to say. “Where did the bird go?” “She is the bird,” Dorin tried to explain. “She’s a caladrius – a bird with healing powers,“ he turned back to Azra. “Have you seen Seb’s glasses?” he asked the child.

I opened my eyes. I stood alone. No Kalu Drya. No shrine maiden. No floor. No ceiling. Just me, floating—or maybe grounded—in infinite white. Then a voice reached me. Familiar. Grounding. "Jade." It was Kalu Drya’s voice, but distant, like she stood behind a veil. "We have opened a path to the spiritual plane," she said. "Where your chi flows, and the energy of your beast echoes. If Naila still exists, she will be there."

Killian had his pupils dilated when he told me Zelda Amanita's name. We crossed the red terrain and the mountain was behind us. I turned around to look back. Nothing. No mountain. It was gone! There was nothing except the endless red. The red of sand. The red of the sky. The red of passing air. And maybe the red of danger. “You seem like you know Zelda Amanita!” I asked Baspo. “She is The Zelda Amanita, Luna. And she goes by Madame Zelda. Very powerful, vengeful, and strong. Madame Zelda never misses anything. They say that she can look into your soul.” Baspo said. He must have exaggerated. I shrugged it.

"Jade, be careful. This fragment is the 'Alpha' instinct Julian tried to suppress. It’s possessive. It’s volatile. And it knows you’re here." The Walk of the Queen Jade didn't hide. She let her silver-white Phoenix wings unfurl, a brilliant contrast against the dark, crumbling architecture of the favela. The "Disciples"—local militia members whose eyes glowed a dangerous violet—parted like the Red Sea. They didn't attack. They knelt. "The Lady of Light has come to claim the King," they whispered.