Jedi Temple Guards Novels & Stories

With a voice that sent shivers down their spines, the figure declared, "The temple's secrets are not for you to uncover. Leave now, or face the consequences." As the guardians scrambled to their feet, the temple's entrance continued to close, and the mysterious figure advanced, the air around it crackling with power. The guardians were trapped between the approaching threat and the rapidly sealing temple. Their next move could determine their fate, and the fate of the realms they sought to protect.

"They are my blood. My mates's blood." ​"They are the children of the Black Winter and a traitor’s daughter," a new voice boomed. ​The infirmary doors didn't just open; they were commanded to part. Three men in heavy, charcoal-colored robes stepped inside. In the center was Elder Valerius, a man whose skin looked like yellowed parchment and whose eyes held the cold calculation of a winter vulture. Behind them stood a squad of the Temple Guard—warriors who answered only to the Council, not the King.

“Every guard reports the same thing. The moonstone is gone from our grasp, and they believe they are untouchable. Mobilize. Attack the temple. Retrieve it, and do not fail.” The generals and advisors bowed and moved quickly, assembling the kingdom’s most elite forces. Spellcasters gathered in tight circles, weaving wards and enchantments designed to suppress and break through the temple’s defenses. Elite warriors sharpened weapons, checked armor, and mounted steeds, their eyes blazing with the promise of battle.

The room was silent. A few seconds later, I opened my eyes and one small look and another coffee sip and Jace hit two of his fingers twice against his other palm, and a small signal later, the rest of the guards materialized. Their aura's hidden behind some of the cloaks, hoods and Chester suits they wore. I scanned their faces. They looked as serious as they always looked. An army of loyal strong men. Betrayal would be to their deaths and they knew, they knew that it wouldn't even be a quiet one. Jerome would make sure of that.

The majestic feel of the shrine completely dissipated. The chatter and laughter were instantly gone as well. Nobody thought someone would actually cause trouble in a place like this! All eyes were on Harvey and the others at this moment. They could also clearly see four security guards lying on the ground, paralyzed. These were all disciples of Aenar Temple with extraordinary identities, yet they were taken down just like that!

“You need protection. And training.” “Where can I get that?” Gideon paused, studying Siron with a weighing gaze. “I will speak with the temple elders. For now, go home. Take care of yourself. And,” he turned to Kit, “watch over him.” Kit nodded, still looking shell-shocked. The walk out of the temple felt like a dream. The other guards and priests avoided Siron’s gaze, whispering fearfully. The Founding Spirits were no longer felt, leaving the basement empty and hollow.

** “Has this ever happened before?” “No.” “But my dad said it did happen once.” Seth sounded irritated but still didn’t look at me. “That was foul play. None of that happened here tonight.” “How do you know?” He sighed. “Because Janas stationed all of the Alpha Guard around the perimeter of the temple grounds. They’ve been monitoring non-stop since yesterday. Last night. I mean–” He glanced at the dashboard, struggling with what day it was. “The night of the ceremony.”

Lucas asks. “I tried they scrambled it pretty well. Sorry man,” Ted says shaking his head. “I think Kelly is pretty impressive and I jerk of to her picture, but I’m not after your mate.” “Eww” I say making a face at Ted. “Sorry you are hot,” Ted smirks. “Keep it to yourself,” Lucas tells him. “Yeah, so I’m sending 8 guards out now they should land pretty soon. They are all parents of older children, experienced and capable. I trust them all with my life, and the lives of Luke, Fred, Cindy, Kelly and the Gammas,” Ted tells us.

Her gaze shifted ever so slightly, but there was no telling what was on her mind. … Zeke placed down the phone and looked toward the middle-aged man in a blue shirt standing before him in a mansion. “Guardian Coridon.” Zeke bowed down to express his respect. Eden Joy employed five guardians, and they were named Palace, Trade, Cornelius, Odele, and Coridon. They would go by the identity of businessmen in the different parts of Skyriv on usual days. The outsiders were completely unaware that they were peak-level grandmasters. In fact, some had already reached the warlord level.

Smoke poured into the freezing sky in heavy black clouds, blinding and choking. Draven’s heavy infantry was already on the steps of the inner sanctum. Twenty guards in dark grey armor stood in formation while two heavy sledge teams hammered at the temple's ancient iron doors. Boom. Boom. Each blow rang across the peak like a death knell, shaking the bedrock beneath my boots. "Hold!" Ezra warned behind us, his twin blades drawn, his voice tight. "They have flamethrower units posted on the flank!" I didn't hear him. I couldn't.