Obi-wan Sith Lord Novels & Stories

"That’s already covered, I should be able to that." "Then let’s get to work, my lady, we have a war to ignite," Isis muttered . They'll never know what is coming. "I need to see alpha Thane, he's is the main character in all of these, he has the power, the warriors, defeating Rashid's pack should be a piece of cake," I mumbled as I looked through my wardrobe. I brought out a dress and I smiled. Even the most righteous man wouldn't be able to resist anyone in this dress.

And he insists, "It's still my accountability if an incident attacked you and your child." I shrug my shoulders and proceed. The power surrounding this werewolf is magnificently mighty. The shell is the same but the core is not. Chiefly, this power is familiar. I have felt and touched it before... in the forest of the Moon's Order pack. I closed my spellbook and moved backward for safety. None of us can defy this power, this is an Eldar. "'The fall of a ruler shall the dead rise again.' Biaco has been falsely waiting for you, Haiban."

From the four lords of the cardinal directions, Xuan Wu was the one who was considered the most powerful although some people thought that Xing Long had strength that surpassed Xuan Wu. Next in line was Fang Bai, the third ruler who was also referred to as the Lord of the Western Continent. And, the figure who was ranked last in power was Zhu Qiu, the Fourth Ruler or also known as the Lord of the Southern Continent.

After he was done treating her badly, he threw her off the rooftop. I watched as tiny drops started forming in Ryan's face, and he was sniffing inwardly to stop his tears. That is how I started putting everything together. The couple that he was talking about is the owners of the prancing hall in Libya. The ten-year-old boy is named Ryan, and that means he is the Dark Lord of Sensoi. Moreover, the foreign beings that want to buy the weapon are the people of Gordon. But how is that possible? Besides, how does that concern the Smiths? What about his father? How was Ryan still alive when they said Dark Lord Sensoi had been killed? How can he be powerless like this? I asked in my mind. I could f

They are under an oration and hypnotism whose perpetrator is Abbadon, one of the seven demon Emperor royal guards. The combined forces of wolves, vampires, and ninjas are also ready for such a war. "Master Jin, are you sure we're going to win?" Elroi asked. He worries because the opponent's advantage is too big when it comes to numbers. The Bison island warriors number 72,000 while the combined strength of the wolf, vampire, and ninja are only 40,000. "We have trust master Jin's plan, nothing will happen if you become discouraged immediately." Anna cheered.

"Is this some kind of a performance? We're here to claim Nightbane's throne! Not bow to some lone wolf!" Lucian takes a step forward. "Jiro! Call your weird warriors to order this instant!" Jiro, who was on already partially kneeling now, manages to turn to the twins. "Screw you both, suckers! If you want the throne so bad, why don't you go take it?" He turns back to me with great resistance, bowing deeper even as it clearly is against his wheel to do so. "The Mother Scent" one of the Grimwards whisper in a hoarse voice.

"What do you want?" The figure’s lips curled slightly, a hint of something almost amused in their expression. “I could ask you the same question,” they replied, their voice smooth like silk. “But I suppose it’s not your fault. The Council's reach is far, but it’s not infinite.” They took a step forward, their cloak shifting like liquid, their form becoming more distinct. The cloak was woven with threads of dark silver, and the air around them hummed with a strange energy. “I am called Witto,” the figure continued. “A shadow of the past, a whisper of things forgotten.”

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

Be nice, I implore silently as Owen stares Xiao down across his desk. I sit beside him, close enough that I can feel how tense he is. It makes me want to give him a neck rub in compassion. And sympathy for Owen isn’t my default. “It’s not a common spell.” Xiao is in the middle of explaining “everything” as Owen urged. She’s remarkably cool under pressure; Owen isn’t just the king of the pack, but he holds power over thralls, as well. But she delivers the facts like she’s teaching a class.

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when