Kushiban Star Wars Novels & Stories

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

All Yushiro wants is a better leader, someone who is not a coward and when he hears about the the late Hanabi’s son, he immediately wanted to meet the rightful heir. Patience. He is reminded of what Kenshi told him. Control your temper. Yushiro knows he sometimes act rashly and he isn’t able to control his anger. That is why Kenshi suddenly brought him in a place he has never seen before, somewhere so bright but at the same time it’s dark.

“We are sorry. We didn’t mean to—” “You didn’t mean to insult me?” I could feel my wolf rising inside me, and my claws digging out. Maya didn’t like disrespect from people beneath me. “Please forgive us, Luna,” the second one replied, looking down. “We—” “Both of you are going to clean the training grounds and all the public toilets. But before then, I want all my shoes polished neatly. If not, you will be banished for disrespecting your Luna.” “Y‐Yes, Luna,” they answered, trembling.

“They’re dangerous. They’ll tear this pack apart. They’re hunters. The Elders always send them for deserters. It’s best we go peacefully.” “How dangerous?” I asked. “They’re not just wolves,” he whispered. “They’re another supernatural tribe. Fire-wielders. It’s the element they embody.” As if on cue, every Banished member who’d come with Robin stepped forward. “It’s time, Luna,” Robin said. “It was an honor. I hope you find us again—when it’s safe.” I saw it in his eyes—he wanted to stay. But he was willing to leave for us. I wouldn’t let him.

They have obviously done this before. The goggles light up and now I see a narrow hallway in a spaceship. I can see the others in front of me and Lazarus beside me. They are all clad in a white uniform and have a helmet that renders them faceless. Everyone has a band of different colors on their arms. I look down at me and see that I have the same outfit. Kurn is at the front and waves us forward, he has a blue band on his arm. Lazarus has a red and I have a green. Sulu is purple, Makkan yellow and Reli is pink. This really feels like a real spaceship.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

A wet pop fills the silence in the room as Monty carries the head over to the bonfire and places it in. Wilhelm follows behind with the body, tossing it on the flames that turn blue, consuming the dead flesh as though it were a type of softwood, burning hot and fast. This goes on for the remaining men until we finally land on Kias, who is shaking. He sneers when he looks up at Monty, who stops before him. “Admit you were wrong and I will make this quick,” He offers, but Kias laughs manically before jutting his chin out.

When Fabian's thoughts start to get jumbled, he lets out a roar. Chase's faint protestation of "what he says is true, Fabian," was met with silence. His ability to heal is mending his wounds, gradually. The fact that he could move his left leg caught my eye. After staring at me for a while, it continued: "There should be four gods ruling Tribus: Strike, Ultra, Blue Dane, and S—." Stop wasting my time, Chase. A woman's voice suddenly cut in, distracting Chase. The jangling of weapons follows as an assault is readied. Isabel is the one who acts as though the secret is a matter of life and death and must be kept hidden.

“She stayed back, a good thirty feet, while the others attacked, and kneeled against a tree.” Confused doesn’t begin to explain how I am feeling right now. Nothing about this makes sense, and none of it is what we have come to expect from Kushim. “So, when the fight was over, and the warriors saw her she automatically started talking.” I tilt my head. ‘Were the others a distraction maybe? Or maybe she’s the distraction?’ ‘How do you figure?’ ‘The warriors were distracted with the fight, then trying to figure out what this girl was up to… is it possible that someone snuck in?’