Jedi Temple Guards Novels & Stories

Jamie continued. I don't know why but I got goosebumps. I had a hunch that whatever he was about to say would only make life more difficult for me. Thorn's gaze met mine for a split second but he looked away as quickly as possible. Eve struggled and yearned for him, so did I. Watching him stand there only made my desire for him grow. “I have decided, after careful deliberation with my council members, that you are no longer Luna Genevieve's bodyguard. You have been assigned to guard the temple ruins instead.” Jamie said and my heart almost leaped out of my chest.

That is truly weak and disgusting, let us see how many of them would make it back till all the Aubes are finished off," I answered. I then took some steps back and sat on a seat that Bryan brought for me. He stood at my back with Tomo and the six Jeagers that stood around me protecting me. The six Jeagers were called the masks Jeagers and their jobs where to surround and immediately protect the Queen or King from danger. They are trained with special transportation Tadara and can move to any location as far as they are summoned by the ruler. "You really do not intend joining this battle," Tomo observed.

"Things are a bit of a mess here though. The guards are at least replaced now and funerals are being planned for the servants killed during the attack. The elves won't hold it against us luckily." "I didn't want to leave your side for a second but I didn't trust anyone to handle your security but me," Levi added. "There was also a state of emergency declared by the temple and my ban was lifted by that old bastard. He fainted when he heard the news, but at least I was able to take some troops out of there to help." "A blessing in disguise," I said.

Dawson clung to their own fragile sense of peace, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing beyond their walls. Four contracted guards lingered outside the mansion's front entrance, their postures slackened from a night spent on high alert. The sleek copper armor they wore shimmered faintly in the dim light of dawn, the matte finish edged with a gleaming gold trim that denoted their allegiance to the prestigious Baki Guard Distribution Corporation. Their identities were masked by the detachable helmets and featureless black visors, an intentional barrier between their duty and personal lives. The tension in the air was palpable, though none of the guards dared voice it. The faint creak of a di

After so many years, the world was like a legend to them. As for the members of the Alliance Guard, they seemed to have felt that it was difficult for the people over there to find the entrance into this area. Hence, they only symbolically sent two disciples who made mistakes to guard the area for a period of time. Basically, the pavilions took turns in sending people over, who then would stand guard for a year. In the beginning, everyone sent disciples with higher fighting prowess as they felt that this was an important task, but they eventually grew to care less.

"They aren't here for me. They’re here for the control you represent. If they kill me, they rule you." Valerius signaled, and six temple guards emerged from the ranks of the people. They wore heavy, brass-lined armor designed to insulate against magic. They carried long, weighted chains tipped with cold-iron dampeners—the bane of any conduit. "Take him," Valerius commanded. "The Vault of the Unclean awaits." "Wait!" Julian drew his blade, but the guards were already moving with practiced efficiency.

Valen laughs, and I scowl at him. “You are using ‘the Force’, aren't you? You know, that would make sense. Razar is always running around the Castle with his hood up like some kind of evil Sith Lord. Umbra Hunters are secretly Jedis in disguise. Only our weapons aren’t as cool, and we don't get spaceships,” I mutter more to myself, ignoring the confused look Valen sends me at my weird nerd idea. “What's a Jedi?” “You haven’t watched Star Wars?” Valen shakes his head at my question, and I gape at him before turning and walking in a random direction.

Then the air changes, and shadows move—guardians with fire-like eyes, tall and spectral. A voice trembles through the walls as someone yells, "Intruders!" "You contaminate holy territory!" Jude moves ahead of me, shadows prepared, but I freeze, light flaring. He growls, "We're here for the relic." "Take a step back." With glowing blades and wispy arms, the guardians charge. Jude's shadows rip through one, and I blast light at another, burning it back. Screams, light, shadows, and my heart thumping like it's about to explode—it's a mess.

At the same time, the garden area was filled with noble elves who liked to read books. Jordan clenched a fist at the side of his thigh through the soccer-sized courtyard. "Everything has changed; something must be wrong," said Jordan. The steps were climbed one by one. There were only two guards in all-black suits. Behind their jet-black glasses, the two of them scanned the void. They were utterly unaware of Jordan's presence.

“ Precisely, It’s part of their strategy—completely invisible even to those they protect. Makes it harder for enemies to find. The guards come from various countries and are well-trained. I have hand-picked each one of them, Prince.” "How many of them you have hired?" Adler's dark gaze pierced through Arthur's soul. “There are ten guards in total,” Arthur began, “and three of them are Japanese. These Japanese guards are particularly skilled in ninjutsu, making them masters of stealth and espionage. The rest hail from different parts of the world, each with their specialisations in combat and protection.” “Where did you get those people, and what if they betray us? I don't have to explain, I