Old Luke Skywalker Novels & Stories

Elder Walt looked at me apologetically, bowed and left. I could do nothing except for looking at his back helplessly. Is there nothing I can do to save them after all the efforts I've made? Luke, who was also came to the gate, stood by my side with arrogance. “A weak omega like you should never dream that you can change something just because of your few useless words! The world is not as simple as black and white.” “Do you think you can ruin my plan? Dream on, little omega.” his sarcastic tone irritated me.

He stopped and leant against a tree. "Yes, it is," I answered back, staring up at the sky. "I'm Paul Randall, Lucas's grandpa," the older man said while offering his hand.

“Of course, you can have anyone you want, Alpha,” said Luke in a polite tone. I noticed his people are very respectful to him so I wonder how Lucian managed to keep his men all these years even when they were living in the shadows as a secret pack. Maybe he is a good leader just like his father, Alpha Benedict, was. “I trust you won’t fail our people and give the best punishment to our enemy’s dearest daughter. I’ll excuse myself then,” Luke bowed his head before leaving.

He got off his bike and left it leaning against the railing along the street before he strolled over and said, "Lucy, is Mickey being mischievous once more?" This was a granny around 60 years of age. She had a unimposing body and her white hair was pulled up conveniently with a couple of barrettes. Her face was loaded up with wrinkles, however one might in any case see that she had most certainly been a major stunner when she was youthful. She pivoted, and when she saw Luke, she felt significantly better. "Ok, Skywalker, utilize your power and help me out. Get this miscreant down here for me."

During flight departure, Luke suddenly received a phone call, "Mr. Lu, your old man is dying. You must come to Bart island to see him for the last time!" Luke closed his eyes and exhale deeply. "I'm in a hurry to get to L.A. and need to some people now!" At this time, the phone is exchanged for an old voice, "Smelly boy, you son of a bitch, your father is dying, and you don't come back to have a look. What's the use of raising you?" This voice is his 80 years old temperament, his father, Luke places his hand on his forehead, helpless, "I know, I immediately turn back."

"Anything? A rescue?” From the tone of his speech, you thought he was not an ordinary person. Like he is something that you can't mess with. His eyes are bold and you cannot read any emotion in his eyes. "I don't know if Luke's here. There's no sign that he's here yet." "Okay, stay here. I'll go inside." Luis said and Lucas started to walk after him and hold him by the hands. "Be careful, I know you're my Grandpa, my father's father." The old man smiled at him then started walking, away from our place until it disappeared from our sight.

It can’t be Luke. ***

His expertise on the battlefield made him an ideal candidate, and his strength and strategic mind were valuable assets in the ongoing war. The elders, recognising the potential benefits, weighed the decision carefully. Yet there was an undeniable unease. Luke was known not just for his skill but also for his relentless ambition—a trait that could spell danger once the war was over. If Luke were proclaimed Zeta by the Mouthpiece, the elders would stand to gain a formidable ally, but at what cost?

I raised my brow as Nana sneaked me a wink and zoomed off, her gray hair standing out. "Luke and Alex are gonna be together for a while. We should take a walk around?" He asked. "I don't want to impose." I said not meeting his eyes. "If this is imposing, then, so be it." He teased me. "I've had enough of the mobile games and would love to take a walk, come walk with me?" He said and after a while added, "Steyn." I nodded. Looking at him now, I figured out why he was named Sky. His eyes were a light shade of blue that gave you this feeling of drowning in them if you stared too much.