Jedi Temple Guards Novels & Stories

Men in padded aprons and leather masks fussed around them, checking lines, adjusting hooks and pulleys that would let them tip their deadly contents over walls or into courtyards. Aria’s stomach flipped. One spill. One misstep. One panicked priest— Everything they’d fought for could end in a single, screaming instant. “Try not to let any of that touch you,” Talia said quietly. “I can’t stitch ‘melting’ back together.” “Noted,” Aria said, throat dry. They moved along the garden’s edge, skirts of shadow clinging to hedges and statuary. At the base of the main palace steps, a heavy knot of guards stood ready—elite units, armor dark and well‑kept, shields locked in a half‑circle. Behind them, ju

I whispered. Orion studied the painting. "The Seven Guardians." He pointed to the first figure. "The Guardian of Light." "The Guardian of Time." "The Guardian of the Stars." "The Guardian of the Earth." "The Guardian of the Seas." "The Guardian of Flames." "And..." He looked at the final figure. "The Guardian of Shadows." A strange feeling passed through me. "The Shadow Guardian?" Orion nodded. "Not every shadow is evil." "Darkness and light have always existed together." Before I could respond, the entire temple shook.

Kolby asked. “The trials are in a couple of days.” Jen started, “Shadow, Spencer and Spyder have been requested to stay with Queen Reign and Luna Storm throughout the trial and then maybe we can find more permanent court bailiffs.” She chuckled at her brothers-in-law’s. Both of them glared at her. “What? That’s what her Majesty calls you and how can you argue with her?” she teased them making them roll their eyes at her. Kyde chuckled along with Jen, “I know that the twins are her Majesties personal guards, and we have no intension of changing that, but we will need to bring you in on helping train all our new Shadows.” she said still lightly chuckling.

The Emperor twisted a smile and said, “Clever.” Each pillar on the front row revealed more guards, but this time, equipped with golden armors, helms, and purple capes. They stepped out of their hiding behind the pillars and gathered after the Emperor. Raeherys counted with his eyes—six warriors. Each one seemed more dangerous than any other guard they had encountered. “The Sun Guarde,” Estevan muttered. “The Six ... Be careful, Raeherys, they’re not like any other enemies we’ve fought before.”

Without help from the dark, Zion Mercenaries could not infiltrate Arcadia for so many years without getting exposed. “And, I might need to borrow a few men from the Guardians to protect a few people,” Kaze said. The Guardians was a group of elite guards, who specialized in protecting important figures. The safety and security of high-ranking officers, such as Isaac himself, were managed by the said group. They might not be the strongest warriors, nor the swords that cut down enemies, but they were the best protectors, the sturdiest shield that safeguarded the people. Taking down Zion Mercenaries' affiliates or soldiers would surely cause retaliation.

Outside the room, everyone beheld the sight that hadn’t been witnessed on the Ethereal Nest for years: a red Slayer was being restrained on both sides by members of the Imperial Guards. “I’m not a thief!” Temujin shouted through the mempo mask over his mouth. “I came here to warn the Emperor! There will be an attempt on the Egg tonight!” “Not a thief, eh? Then a spy! That’s what you are!” said the guard on Temujin’s right and threw an uppercut to the side of the red Slayer’s torso, eliciting a groan. “That’s enough,” Aki ordered and the guards stiffened. She walked in stride towards the group on her high geta wooden shoes, which was no mean feat. They made her look much taller, very elegant

My guards, ever vigilant, stood poised to defend, their loyalty unwavering. Amidst the chaos, a figure stumbled into the room, his once stalwart form now hunched in pain and distress. The sight of his bloodied armor and the pallor of his face sent a jolt of alarm through me. As he collapsed to the ground, the other guards rushed to his side, their urgent movements a blur of concern and action. My heart clenched with a mixture of fear and disbelief as I recognized the injured guard. It was none other than one of the trusted protectors of Jenny. The realization that danger had breached the walls of our sanctuary, reaching even those sworn to safeguard us, sent a chill down my spine.

Georgia exclaimed excitedly. Valery gave her a quick glance. She also thought that something strange was happening because Alessandro's eagerness was not normal. And precisely at that moment, Alessandro was finalizing details with Jeremy. "You're in charge of the bodyguards and the team. They're waiting for you at the Black Temple headquarters. They have orders to follow your instructions. Don't deviate from the plan," Alessandro warned him. "I won't, young man," Jeremy patted his son-in-law's shoulder.

From the darkness, shapes began to form—shadow hounds and cloaked figures with red eyes that glowed with evil. Jax's fire roared to life as he stepped forward, and somehow, he was smirking when the odds were clearly stacked against him. "Well, this just got interesting," he said. Kade grinned, his sword gleaming. “About time.” Selene stepped back, her voice steadied but urgent. "Guard the sanctuary with your life. If they are let in, all is lost." Alec's pulse raced as the first wave of attackers charged, casting a quick glance toward the temple. "Luna, whatever's going on in there, please hurry."

Dawn and Jared were the only ones who had not come to the Fortress through Alex. Still, he played a great role in helping them utilize their abilities. After a long night of telling various stories about their different lives, they decided it was time to draw the curtain. Wong, Santiago, Jared and Jamie were to stay up and guard while the ladies slept. They were assigned to different posts, different corners to guard and be on the look out for any creature that could pose as a threat. In a bid to keep the connection with the forest, Jared meditated while on his post. He had never felt so good meditating.