Jedi Padme Novels & Stories

As she swirled her drink absentmindedly, lost in thoughts about what made these people so effortlessly confident, a soft but pointed voice broke through her daze. "So… are you close friends with Reiner, or…?" Elise flinched. Her eyes snapped to the woman standing beside her—Padma, looking like a living marble statue in her sleek black dress. Her hair was immaculately styled, a delicate diamond necklace adorning her slender neck. "I…" She hesitated, unsure how to explain her presence here. Padma raised an eyebrow, as if growing impatient with the lack of response. "Huh. But that seems… unlikely."

"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.

I got bruises on it because of what happened last night. "That old man is stupid!" she hissed while shaking her head as if she was very disappointed in that man. "Big sister! Big sister!" Maymay shouted. She's my younger sister. She was approaching my direction. "Here is the pandesal you told me to bought from a bakery." she cutely said and smiled at me sweetly. Pandesal is a kind of bread. I reached for what she was carrying and bent slightly to make an eye level to her.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

She looked up at him confused. “I, Jesse (whatever your last name is), pledge myself to the Shadow Pack.” She looking up at him tears starting to fall from her eyes. She repeated “I, Jesse Martin, pledge myself to the Shadow Pack.” “I, Damon Adams, Alpha and protector of the Shadow pack, accept your pledge and bestow upon you the honor and loyalty our pack has to offer.”

Vador said to Aleister as they left the room. "Dark lord," Jadis bowed. "To what do I owe this honour," Vador said offering her a seat. Lady jadis was a white witch,she was the leader of the eastern empire.Vandora was her cousin and was sent by jadis with the approval of the council to watch Vador. Falling for the dark lord,Vandora refused to leave,she had called jadis earlier that day to inform her that the lord was having an affair with a human vampire in the royal house.

From the outside, a fully uniformed and armed Commander of the Dawn Knight Order, Arai Padparadscha, walked inside. The reddish, short-haired woman looked straight at the Emperor. "Arai Padparadscha answered your call, Your Majesty." As the woman mentioned her name, not her title, everyone started to see the Emperor's plan. "My child, Miss Padparadscha, don't speak like that. You also came because you wanted to tell me something, right?" Arai blinked at the middle-aged man. "Yes, my Lord." She opened her mouth, her eyes troubled and gloomy. "My fiance... His Highness Zaha Serpentes..."

“Take six of your men to hold off the undead here whilst we leave with the princess. Holus guide you.” Arthur’s face turned grim the moment he heard the order. Simply suicide, he thought. His eyes scanned the expressions of the six guards under him, they could only nod their heads reluctantly. “Yes, commander, for the princess.” He resolutely said. Maria lightly tilts her head to express her gratitude even if she was unwilling to sacrifice the lives of these men just to save her own, a leader must fight beside her people, her mother once told. However, she could hardly defeat a knight, much less a band of the undead.

Stille laid over the platform. Nova and Silas stared at me unconstitutional. Kael approached me half a step closer, his hand instinctive near his Sword handles as if he wanted to cut the hologram. “Help?” I repeated. My voice sounded small in the gigantic hall and unsafe. “I am Jada. A scrap collector from Ouroboros. I have no idea what you are talking about.” The hologram reacted liquidly as if Vance spoke to us in real time.

MY BEST PLAN FOR LITTLE WOMAN, JADE MASTER JAVEN POV: For the past six months, since I started helping Mrs. Adel with Jade's mental abilities, I planned to help Jade in a deeper commitment. I thought of this as the best way to help her.