Jedi Sentinel Novels & Stories

The three heirs rose around him, chairs scraping back, mouths open. “The Gamma?” Astarian mouthed, his body going rigid. Aurelian looked up. The unbearable pressure that had been working through him since the ritual began dissolved the moment the chanting stopped, breaking apart like something physical. He exhaled carefully and scanned the room for the sentinel whose form Darius had borrowed. Nothing. No sign. He’s safe. He got out. The sentinel led the entire hall through the corridors and out to the garden. They gathered at the edge and stood in silence looking at what was on the ground.

Jin commented while examining the bullet that he caught before it reached him. Mrs. Asterbelle stayed behind us; she couldn't shift with her wolf, who was uncooperative because of Brian's death. Nero and Zen dashed through the shadows, making their presence almost gone from our vicinity. They were too quick to be seen by the naked eye. I could only barely follow their tracks because of my heightened senses. "Tell Joseph to watch out for ambush. He might be Jin's first target, since he's our only healer in the squad," Jerome mind-linked with me, which I urgently followed.

“What does that mean?” “Traps,” Bastion said quietly. “Wards. Layers of old mechanisms meant to deter even the most skilled infiltrators.” “And only someone of her lineage can bypass them,” the sentinel added. I felt Kael’s gaze on me, steady and grounding. “This is your decision. Not theirs.” The sentinel watched him carefully before turning their attention fully back to me. “He is right.” The ruins around us fell strangely still. Not cold, not tense — simply waiting. “What do you want me to do?” I asked.

Hundreds of internal bulkheads slid open, unleashing a swarm of 'Sentinel-Primes'—eight-foot-tall, multi-limbed combat droids armed with thermal-slicers and molecular disruptors. In a wide-open battlefield, the Sentinels were a nightmare. But in the tight, enclosed corridors of a starship, dropping three hundred armored wolves among them was a bloodbath. A Sentinel lunged at Caleb, its thermal-blades aiming to bisect him. Caleb didn't even raise his hands. He simply lowered his shoulder and charged. The 'Sovereign Strike' boosters in his boots fired at maximum capacity. He tackled the machine with the force of a runaway train, driving it straight through three consecutive steel walls before

It was not just Gaius. The other Sentinels also used their ultimate skills. Wormtail resummoned the powerful rat head that tried to bite Andrius, making him feel immense oppression. Another Sentinel sat cross-legged in the air and started to control the energy of a seven-colored sword, attacking Andrius without stopping. Then, another Sentinel held a large sword, his powerful swings possessing an overwhelming killing intent. In such a situation, although Andrius was at the late Heavenly Immortal stage, he was still outmatched.

Kaelor muttered. Suddenly, the ground beneath them shivered. A cloud of fine, crystalline moon-dust erupted fifty yards away. Out of the haze stepped three figures made of spun glass and compressed dust. The Sentinels. They didn't have faces, just shifting, prismatic surfaces that reflected the Gaea’s light in jagged patterns. "Stay back!" Kaelor barked. He didn't wait. He launched himself off the ground. In the low gravity, the jump was a hundred-foot arc. He brought the iron blade down with a bone-shattering force, smashing the lead Sentinel into a thousand glittering shards.

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"

Hundreds of celestial warriors forming a glowing ring around him. From the prison chamber, Seraphine grabbed the bars again. “Stop this!” The Ancients ignored her. Below, the lead sentinel lifted its spear. Its voice echoed like cold machinery. “Target: Immortal anomaly.” “Objective: Eradication.” Kael didn’t move. He simply looked around at the army. His expression was… bored. Then he sighed. “Really?” The sentinel attacked. It moved faster than lightning, spear slicing through the air with blinding speed.

Its thick skin gleamed like obsidian, and it was easily three times the size of the others. Darius stepped next to me and sadly said, "We're outmatched." Even he seemed unsure, yet his power sparked at his fingers. It's a Sentinel, that creature. To destroy it, we'll need more than just force. Killian snarled and moved up on my opposite side, saying, "We don't have time for one of your complex strategies." We struck it quickly and forcefully. Don't overthink things. "And kill ourselves?" Darius yelled. "Amazing plan, as usual."

The miniature planets orbiting the desk froze in mid rotation. "It's here," Marcus roared, instantly deploying his massive golden shield, stepping between Jack and the breached doorway. Through the shattered entrance stepped a figure that made the Devourer's previous avatars look like amateur hour. It was an entity composed entirely of blinding, flawless white light. It had no face, no features, and no chaotic dark matter. It was a Perfected Sentinel—a drone of the Static. It held a long, smooth lance of frozen time. Where the Sentinel stepped, the black marble of the boardroom instantly turned white, freezing the kinetic energy of the floor itself.