Jedi Sentinel Novels & Stories

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

Caelum muttered under his breath, his voice tight with anger. Sena’s heart skipped a beat. The Lunar Sentinels—elite soldiers of the Moon Temple. The Temple’s most fanatical followers, known for their deadly efficiency and merciless pursuit of anyone who dared defy the Goddess’s will. They were the ones sent after traitors, after those who would threaten the Temple’s authority. And now, they were here. "Stay close to me," Caelum ordered, his eyes dark with resolve. He pulled his sword from its sheath, his movements fluid and precise. The Sentinels were closing in, their horses kicking up the dust as they approached.

The longest record was 7 days but that was a different species altogether, a captive from the Continent of Willowdale, The Land of the Damned. “Please do mind your words, friend. Whose hands among us here remained innocent in the path of attaining strength? You may not see us wield the accepting palms of the Buddhist Saints but judge some of us as mere killers. But please, do not think that we have no honor left in us to receive such harsh words and take it for granted.” Master Simon's eyes bled red and his countenance changed from that of a calm man into a hungry wolf who longed for battle. His sect robes shattered and was instantly replaced by a golden armor indicating his position in the

Holus protect us all, it was a disaster never been seen at all. “We can’t stay here much longer,” Falstad said. The groans of the undead grow nearer, and there will be no way out once everyone has turned. “Arthur!” He shouted, and there came Lieutenant Arthur. “Commander?” Arthur asked. “Take six of your men to hold off the undead here whilst we leave with the princess. Holus guide you.”

Mike looked at Felix then back at me. “Joseph is dead, but there has been some talk of someone else trying to regroup what is left of the Suicide Kings. I already have Trevor and Jacob working on it, but until we know for sure there is no more threat there will be someone here at all times.” Great just what I wanted to hear right now. “You handle it. I just want to stay here with Jensen and not worry about anything else but him.” I said to them then laid my head next to Jensen’s hand.

Feeling the wind in her hair, she felt motivated to cause trouble and she popped open the paint she held and poured it over Principal Dolan's bald head. The crowd erupted in laughter as black paint dripped from his head, ruining his clothes and Jade used that opportunity. Pressing a button on the belt she wore around her waist, Jade threw down the empty can as she was pulled up by the rope she was hanging on. As soon as she reached a window, she grabbed the window frame and jumped over it, packing up her gear into her backpack and running into the elevator. She pressed the second button and as soon as she reached the second floor, she left the elevator and used the steps. Just as she expecte

Although he was shaking from the inside, he tried to put forward his point as politely as possible. “Your safety is our responsibility.” Storm retorted, “We appreciate your help but Dylan Black is in our custody now. We can’t let allow you to take the law in your hands. Your work is done, thanks for your help,” he repeated Xander’s words and stretched out his hands for a handshake. Frustration grew on him but he schooled his expression and nodded. He shook hands with the officer while glaring at Brandon who winked at him. Hunter on the other hand stared at Elijah’s corpse in shock. Heavy tears flooded his eyes but he drank them. Releasing a shuddering breath, he then turned to look at Dylan

that flickered with a weak, violet light. ​"UNAUTHORIZED BIO-MASS DETECTED," the lead Sentinel droned. Its voice-box was cracked, sounding like gravel in a blender. "PREPARE FOR... FOR... 'AUDIT'..." ​The Sentinel’s legs buckled. The "Black Bloom" vines coiling around its ankles had finally reached the power-pack in its spine. The machine slumped to the floor, its violet light fading into a dull, peaceful grey. ​"The audit is over," Kaelen said, stepping over the fallen machine. "The account is closed."

If I leave you behind, it will be up to the rest of us to get to the source. ​I peeked around the jagged edge of the transport. The Sentinel was less than half a mile away now. It was a beautiful, horrific thing. Its body was composed of a material that looked like ivory but moved like liquid, shifting and flowing to compensate for the uneven terrain of the Bone Yard. The central core, a sphere of violet fire encased in a ribcage of silver wire, pulsed with the rhythm of a dying star. ​Silas! I roared into my comms, the static almost deafening. Where are those Vanguard reinforcements? We’re about to be turned into a stain on the salt!

Runes—ancient and jagged—etched themselves across its chest and throat, pulsing as if alive. The thing straightened to its full height, towering over them. A sentinel. Its head tilted slowly. Studying. Smiling. Julian took several slow steps backward, never breaking eye contact with the thing standing where Maddy had been. His hand closed tighter around Jace’s arm. “Jace,” he said quietly. Air scraped into Jace’s lungs. “Yeah.” They stood frozen for one suspended second—two men staring at something they could only imagine in nightmares. The sentinel’s talons flexed.