Jedi Sentinel Novels & Stories

I looked at the dark city, then at the glowing white fire in my hand. "We’re going to find the person who started the program," I said. "And we’re going to show them what happens when the 'subjects' stop playing the game." But as we prepared to jump from the ledge, a loud siren began to wail. From the shadows of the nearby skyscrapers, hundreds of flying machines—drones shaped like silver wolves—rose into the air. Their eyes were glowing red sensors, and their metal jaws were dripping with electric blue energy. "The Sentinels," Silas hissed. "They aren't just myths either."

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

“Stay behind me.” “I’m not hiding.” “I didn’t ask you to.” The shape revealed itself. Not a beast. Not a wolf. Not a soldier. A celestial sentinel, taller than a human, cloaked in a shimmer of starlight like liquid metal. Its face was nothing but a smooth oval of glowing silver, no eyes, no mouth, no expression, no mercy. Sienna felt her breath catch. “Lunaris sent another.” “This one is different.” Ryder scanned its stance, the way its fingers lengthened like blades of light. “That first creature wanted to kill us. This one wants something else.”

“We stopped her.” “You delayed her,” the figure corrected, its energy flaring. “The Nexus was created to seal the rifts between dimensions, not to house the essence of evil. Your actions have destabilized its purpose.” Kael stepped forward, his voice cautious but firm. “Who are you? What do you want?” “I am a Sentinel of the Balance,” the figure replied. “I am tasked with maintaining order between realms. And your recklessness has disrupted that balance.” Valen’s eyes narrowed. “We just saved the Rift from Morgana. How is that reckless?”

I stood at the center of the craft's bridge, my Platinum hands resting on the control sphere. "The mission is simple," I told the small crew, Koran, Kaelen, and a handful of specialized Null-technicians, "We reach the nearest Sentinel, we board, we find out if they are guardians or executioners, and if they are executioners... we show them why the Sun and the Moon decided to stop fighting." As the Aethelgard rose from the hangar, it didn't use fire, it used a Void-Pulse.

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.