Jedi Zabrak Novels & Stories

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

“Okay, never mind. There are too many numbers.” “Just transfer what you can into our joint bank account and I’ll handle the rest,” Jedi says, laughing and patting Luca on the butt. “You poor, penniless design student.” “Wait a couple of years,” Luca says, resting a hand on Jedidiah’s shoulder and raising the other in front of him, swiping an invisible banner across the air. “Internationally renowned designer Luca Knights unveils new design for Stussy’s snapback range. Wow!” “Think I’ll be waiting longer than a couple of years for that,” Jedi says as he sticks his tongue out. As he squirms to avoid Luca’s tickle attack on his neck, he sees a flurry of movement out of the corner of his eye.

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

He settled in the office armchair and found it less comfortable than Vicky Turnbull's. That was when Jada said, "Mr. Frankton, since it's just the two of us, allow me to address you as master." "Wait, you're from the Cerulean Summit Legion?" Frank exclaimed. "Well, it makes sense. You're beautiful, and Pax Jaric would definitely be interested, though you have strong enough connections to rebuff him." Jada nodded. "Nothing gets past you! And don't worry—no one would get to claim me, aside from you."

he barked. The door creaked open and in walked one of his most trusted secret swordsmen. Jade was the one swordsman the alpha could always rely on. He was as heartless as the alpha, and would even cut through himself on the alpha's command without asking a question or even thinking about it. “My lord,” he said with a bow. “I have news.” Lord Zack leaned forward in his seat, intrigued. “What is it?” he asked. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking.

Slamet looked confused. Varet approached him and grabbed his right wrist. When Varet let it go, a dark brown leather bracelet appeared on his bracelet. The confused Slamet touched it and a king figure with serpent-like legs and whip on his right hand came out from his bracelet. It gave him a cold gaze intimidating him. “That’s Abraxas, Your Ribo who is the incarnation of your power, and the bracelet itself is your Jowa, the source of your power.” Varet said. “Iru? Jowa? What are you talking about, anyway?!” Slamet looked terrified.

Alex’s expression became solemn, “I need you to focus on the upcoming battle. We need to work as a team if we are going to survive this. For Wilt’s sake.” “Right, for Wilt’s sake,” Katie said with newfound conviction. After another long silence, everyone glanced around to see who would be next. “What about you, Zeki?” Raja asked. He shook his head. “I was about to say that I would like to decline. My past is something I wouldn’t want to discuss.” Everyone decided not to pry when he rubbed the scars on his wrist. “But, I can tell you that I am Anansi’s Brave, the spider god of stories.”