Jedi Sentinel Novels & Stories

“But I know what it is. Dominion designed sentinels to eliminate… noise.” “Noise?” Kenneth echoed. “Uncontrolled variables,” Elias said. “Humans that interfere. People they can’t predict. Targets of opportunity.” “So all of us,” Damian concluded dryly. The sentinel raised its arm. A red beam lit up beneath its wrist—targeting mode. Sienna’s pulse hammered in her ears. She pressed Julian tighter to her chest, whispering soft reassurance even though she didn’t feel reassured herself. Damian didn’t wait. “MOVE!” The corridor exploded into chaos.

the Elder said carefully, “Damien Grimvale.” My pulse stumbled. Damien stepped forward. He did not look at me. “By decree of the council,” the Elder continued, “you are appointed Alpha Sentinel.” A murmur erupted instantly. “The Sentinel,” the Elder explained, raising his staff, “stands as protector of the Alpha’s life. He commands no territory, claims no throne, and holds no political power—but his loyalty is absolute. His duty is singular.” To protect me. At all costs. Damien went still. Slowly, he knelt.

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

"The South doesn't leave its heart unguarded, even in a graveyard." The suspense broke as the first "Sentinel" appeared. It was a massive, bioluminescent construct—a jellyfish made of golden wire and light-sensors, three hundred feet wide, its tentacles trailing like fiber-optic cables through the dark water. As its sensors caught the violet shimmer of Aethelgard’s shadow-bubble, it didn't pulse; it flared. "They’re launching the 'Solar-Torpedos'!" Silas roared. "Vane, the city’s thermal signature is too high! We're a bonfire in a dark room!"

The light on the walls pulsed once… then twice… and then the carvings began to move. Figures emerged from the stone itself—tall, faceless shapes of shimmering silver and obsidian. Their forms were vaguely humanoid, but their faces were smooth, featureless planes of light. The Sentinels. One of them stepped forward, its voice echoing directly in my mind. Identify. The Priestess bowed deeply. “We come seeking knowledge from the archives of the Luna.” The Sentinel’s head tilted slightly. Access denied. The Luna’s vaults are sealed. None may enter.

inside the Accumulator. This was the "Chaos-Pulse." Once fully charged, it would be a weapon unlike anything the world had ever seen. It wouldn't destroy buildings; it would destroy Synchronization. It would force every "Integrated" citizen back into their own private, chaotic mind, severing the Auditor’s control in a single, planet-wide blast. The Sentinel’s Shadow Suddenly, the temperature in the Resonance Chamber dropped to near-absolute zero. Kael’s violet eye flared. A Sentinel had materialized. It wasn't a hologram like Jace; it was a physical shard of the Auditor’s needle—a floating, diamond-edged prism that vibrated with a sound like a thousand screaming violins.

Known as the Sentinels. "Oswald Vanguard finally withdrew, but he gave the muzzle of his war missile to an emotionally unstable little girl," said Sentinel One, a white man in a four-star military suit. On the giant screen in front of him, satellite photos of the ruins of the Ordo Draconis Cathedral in Europe and the charred Al-Khabith oil refinery were displayed.

“All this while, I thought you liked to pack your hair because of the girls.” “The girls love it more when it falls freely,” Jimin smiled. “Believe me. This headband is the last piece of José we’ve got in the pack. José died millions of years ago but he lives on in us, giving us strength in our time of weakness, showing us light when the path is dark, granting us courage when danger and fear looms ahead. I patrolled the borders of our pack everyday, anticipating my death but ready to make it worthwhile. If you die as a Sentinel, ten enemies must die with you. If you die as the leader of the Sentinels, then a hundred. That is what it means to be a Sentinel. Are you ready to take this burden o

I said, my Platinum veins now glowing with a light that surpassed the station’s artificial glow, "Go back to your 'Grand Arrangement' and tell them the Zenith is no longer a world, it’s a Stronghold." The station groaned, the blue light turned a warning red. "You have passed the Trial of Stability," the Arbiter said, its form beginning to fade into the light, "But you have triggered the Sentinel Protocol, we will not de-manifest you, we will Isolate you, no star will ever reach your sky again." "Fine," I said, turning back toward the Aethelgard, "We’ve learned to make our own light." As we boarded the ship and blasted out of the hangar, the thirteen Sentinels didn't fire, they moved, they li

With a sonic crack, he threw the switch, and the city’s old grid groaned into a state of total, inert silence. As the external hum died, we surged into the primary turbine hall. Standing over the pulsing black node was the Sentinel. It was a horrifying hybrid, its torso still bearing the tattered black silks of a High Sorcerer, but its limbs were fused into the cooling pipes and rotating gears of the station. Its eyes were vacant pits of lightless grey fire, and its voice was a discordant harmony of a dozen whispers that shattered the quartz lamps in the hallway. "You are late, King," the Sentinel mocked, its voice sounding like grinding tectonic plates. "The Coven does not want your throne.