Luke Skywalker 7 Novels & Stories

Shani's POV "Savaric! What the hell happened to him?" my vision was getting blurry, I was suffocating. No no, no no....he promised me! His handsome face was very pale, his back shield was broken and mashed badly. I wouldn't have to imagine what kind of damage caused to his back, his spine...oh my god, will he be able to walk or even sit again? I didn't have the strength to stand up anymore and was about to fall if Sabina was not there to support me.

I carefully picked it and opened it, bringing out the small broken digital calendar. The date on it was broken, but I could see the year. 022. Wait. If the man who just died is Luke's father, and he has this...does that mean...does that mean he was transported to a time in 2022? Seven years from now? Is that even possible if he was going to die now? "Dad." I looked up, and Luke was walking, swaying side by side, his leg feeble. I had no idea he had woken up, or if he was even allowed to be walking around like that.

he says cutting me off. He lets out a sigh before looking back up to me. His eyes had softened. "Look, pup. I have been a beta long enough to understand that nothing ever gets solved in or by a shitty council who live off of dirty money and drugs. It's all business," he explained and I nodded subconsciously. "I would need your help," he says, and I blinked at him. What could I possibly do to help him in this mission? "Don't worry, I am not telling you to accept his proposal to be luna," he grunted clearly disliking the idea. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Anything we could use for decorating the long messages. "Think of it as if we are some kind of a soldier. That Korean drama you are watching was a soldier, right? And they make letters of their last words for those who they could leave if something unexpected happened during a mission," you said as you pull out a few sheets from the piled bond papers. "We're not on a mission. Geeze." "We will be. You'll find out tomorrow. Oh, right. I still got a surprise for you tomorrow. You will probably not like it." You let out a cackle at the end of your sentence which caused me to laugh along as I hit your shoulder.

I guess the best way to describe it is how someone would feel if they were stuck in a tiger’s cage─you never know when it’ll strike. “Voodoo, I’m Logan Blake. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Logan steps beside him and also extends his hand rigidly. Voodoo takes his hand stiffly. Logan gestures to the others. “You already know Rogue and Phoenix.” Voodoo nods as he observes Logan make the introductions. “And this is my brother Ewan, who goes by the handle Shadow.”

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.

He whispered to the wind, “Liliana, I’m sorry.” “This life is yours. If there’s a next life… please, grant me one more chance.” Then he stepped off the edge, and fell into the silence of death. The past was dead. The future was waiting. My future, Aurora’s future, belonged to Caleb and to Lily.

"Go to the galley. Eat. Luke will meet you in the study for your intelligence briefing. You need to know the names of the people who want you dead." *** The intelligence briefing was even more chilling than the weapons training. Luke laid out a digital map of the Syndicate’s hierarchy. "The man who sent the helicopters isn't just a mercenary," Luke explained, pointing to a grainy photo of a man with a jagged scar across his throat. "That’s Julian Vane. He was your husband’s—the real Kael’s—right hand before the explosion. He believes he is the rightful heir to the Syndicate’s military arm. He sees you as a loose end."

Yep, he’s exactly like Luke and for sure a Beta, no doubt. “Brandon, go talk to Fin and have him get all of our warriors ready. If they realize she’s here we may have a fight on our hands.” The voice is firm but sexy as hell and I am positive that if Leia were not ignoring me at the moment she would be panting. The Beta who I now know to be Brandon winks and smiles at me and gives someone outside the door a comical one fingered salute while making a clicking noise with his tongue before strolling back down the hallway.

Around her she could see the others forming around them, multiplying the number of shields around the Crescent’s siblings. “Don’t give me that now, Luke!” she yelled out. “I won’t tell you that you aren’t a monster. But, I will ask you what are you going to do if you are one?!” Luke stared at her in confusion. “What will you do, Luke?!” “I will stop being a monster,” Luke said, after a moment of thought. It came faster than they could catch up with. A sharp sound cut through the sky. By the time they looked up, they saw the silver of the missile shimmer with the reflected crimson color of the fire. It resembled a falling star in the middle of the night.