Jedi Zabrak Novels & Stories

Members that will not only be faithful and loyal to the organization but also are talented and strong. Soon, months and years have passed and a lot of things have already changed especially about me. I have already succeeded in creating an organization with Sebastian as my right hand. Travis, Kristian, Jake as the members and Joker as our shadow - the one that assassinates people whom I order him to assassinate. I have already finished high school and I am now in my fourth year already in business school.

Right now he was trying to understand how the few Zandorians in front of him were able to breakthrough into a realm that should have been obscure to them. Abelard ignored the enemy with the greatest strength amongst the three, and focused on Captain Zakai. The older man was wheezing. He was struggling to breath and he had a large bruise right under his right chest. His left shoulder was dislocated as well. But that wasn’t the most surprising discovery Abelard made. ‘He broke through’ Abe was amazed? Captain Zakai - like most Zandorians - had no idea about the higher realms of strength. He didn’t have a manual that allowed him to explore the levels above the mortal realm, yet here he was, a 1

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

A mahogany desk worth more than most salaries. No personal photos. No distractions. Just control. The morning passed in meetings. Reports. Security threats. New AI developments. His competitors called him ruthless. His employees called him unstoppable. Neither was wrong. Tomorrow night would be his last fight. Once, the underground ring had been his escape. The violence, the impact, the silence it brought to everything in his head. But things were different now. Now, he had something to lose. Kane leaned back in his chair, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass.

She stepped forward, slamming the thick stack of historical notes flat onto the central table. "The creature that attacked Brynn was a rogue scout, still consumed by the old starvation disease," Rebecca explained, her brilliant eyes sweeping across the freaked-out faces of her high command. "But their leader has regained his mind. His name is Navarien. And before anyone draws a blade or speaks of execution... you are all going to sit down, close your mouths, and read the true ledger of who we actually are."

Her mother stood next to her, the elderly woman in tears over the loss of her hobby, her passion, her job. "Good play, Margaret," Drake scoffed and took a sip of his coffee. Something wasn't right about the fire, but then again the owner of Judy's bakery never seemed to be on the up and up. Having lived the life of a villain for far too long, he knew one when he saw one. He pressed his finger over the pretty woman's face and rubbed it. "You, my dear, are most certainly a villain."

“Y‌ou don’t know me, Miss Falcon‌e.” The titl‌e landed wr⁠ong and col‌d, my chest t‍ightened. “You’re the man who b‍roke my heart first,” I said. “You di‌sa‍ppeared without a⁠ word and‍ now you’ve⁠ kidnapped me?”‌ H⁠e stepped clo‌ser. “M‍y name is Nico. Nico Mo‍retti and the Nikolai you know w‌as my twin⁠ broth‌er.”

Some secrets will get you killed. Without a single warning, Elder Jabari tilts his stone cup back, drains it in one gulp, and snaps his wrist. The heavy goblet flies through the air like a bullet, aimed straight at my face. Amara and Vivian turn white as ghosts. The attack is too fast to see, completely lethal. Elder Jabari used to be the head assassin for the international werewolf military forces. His throw is meant to kill. If that heavy stone hits my skull, my head will split open.