Jedi Sentinel Novels & Stories

A sentinel whose name I don't know said happily. "Mr. Ales is only twenty years old, so it's only natural that he would be scared," Ariadne promised. I'm glad because I feel like I'm out of a strange situation. They saved me, and the sentinels are not thinking badly about it. All the sentinels agreed with Ariadne. So Elijah got a taste now. "We have to walk over there." Said Elijah now dismounting from his wingless horse. I don't know where its wings are.

he lifted to his feet, turning to face the two other men that stood at the entrance of the room. They gave a small nod, prowling towards my direction when suddenly, they bared their canines at me. Menacing emerald gazes narrowed into feral slits. In no time, the Sentinels made their way towards me and I flinched from their touch, knowing what came next. “Please, I beg of you, Alpha! Allow me this one chance! Just this last time and I promise to make things straight and get Renna back! I know how important she is to you, and Leia.”

“She’s right, Julian. She understands the enemy’s mindset better than anyone. Your role is Command and Control.” Julian conceded, accepting his new, agonizing role as the vulnerable, stationary target. The Sentinel Group's final mission was set: Julian as the Magnet, Elias as the Blade, Iceland as the Target. Dr. Sharma immediately began preparing the encoded transmission to DeWitt, utilizing the Sentinel Master Key’s capabilities.

Rian wailed. Selene’s eyes gleamed like a predator’s. “Oh, it’s very awake.” The sentinel’s fingers—seven of them, jointed twice each—stretched outward, each tip glowing with soft cyan flame. And every glowing tip pointed at Alessia. Kael’s blade was in front of her face in a heartbeat. “Not a chance.” But Alessia stepped past the blade. Past Kael. Straight towards the sentinel. “Alessia!” he snarled, reaching for her.

They weren't like the Frost-Walkers; they were cyborgs integrated with Void-tech, their limbs replaced by shimmering black chrome that hummed with a necrotic frequency. "Kael, Victor—take the Sentiners," I commanded, my voice echoing with the resonance of the Well. "The Doctor and the Mother... they belong to me." "Julian, his tablet controls the containment field!" Victor shouted as he engaged the first Sentinel, his pulse-pistol flaring. "If he drops it too fast, the backlash will vaporize the Tundra!" Kael didn't wait for a strategy. He lunged at two Sentinels at once, a whirlwind of claws and golden eyes. "Just keep the light steady, Julian! I’ll handle the scrap metal!"

Gaia couldn’t understand them, but they felt important, as if they were watching her. Then, from the shadows, they came—the Sentinels of Dreadfall. They looked like ghosts, their forms wrapped in armor that glimmered faintly in the dim light. They moved silently, with a strange grace that sent chills through Gaia. Their empty eyes stared at her, cold and unblinking. One sentinel, taller and more fearsome than the rest, stepped forward. Its presence was overwhelming, and when it spoke, its voice was deep and cold. “You are the one foretold,” it said, addressing Gaia directly. “The key to what is, and what must be.”

Silas whispered, his fire-blade clearing its scabbard with a hiss. From the fog, figures began to emerge. They weren't the Void-Wolves we had fought at the fortress. These were different. They were tall, elegant, and draped in the silver and white of the old Silver Moon Guard, but their skin was the color of slate and their eyes were pits of absolute obsidian. "The Pale Sentinels," Kael breathed, his voice trembling. "Jackson’s chosen. They don't just kill; they erase." "Darlene..." one of the Sentinels spoke, the voice sounding like a distorted echo of my own father’s voice. "You shouldn't have come back. The square is waiting for you. The silver is thirsty."

What do you " "The Sentinel Guard. It's the 'military' branch of The Order. They all are trained to guard the Prophets," Jayden shrugs, "I don't know too much, other than the fact that they're all ruthless assassins. Not many Werewolves join them because....well The Order is a bit barbaric and dated in its ways. Not everyone agrees with them." "Barbaric in what way?"

“Go, Renn—secure it.” Cassia navigates the vault’s shadowed corridors, her fire illuminating a hidden chamber, its walls etched with First Ones’ runes. A crystalline codex pulses, its glyphs revealing the sentinel’s origin: Elara’s first guardian, crafted to protect the Veil’s genesis, corrupted by the First Ones’ ambition to bind her light, its purpose twisted to forbid sealing. “Aelys!” Cassia’s voice echoes through the abyss. “The sentinel’s Elara’s creation—betrayed by the First Ones!” The truth sears: defeating the sentinel means unmaking Elara’s ancient will. Lirien’s tablet pulses, her voice urgent. “The codex holds a ritual—use the crystal to break its bond!”

Jasmine replied, "Because the Blackwood Project is not finished.. I need a Queen who knows what it feels like to burn." Jasmine pulled Elara toward the elevator. As they stepped inside, a heavy clawed hand slammed against the doors stopping them from closing. The metal doors were forced back open. There was a soldier standing there in fighting clothes but his helmet was broken. Under the part that covered his face his skin was covered in purple growths that were moving. He did not look like a man, he was one of the Sentinel Units, a part of the project that did not work out.. Behind him a lot of others, like him, were coming out of the dark.