Padawan Novels & Stories

“As you all know, our beloved alpha is gone.” “ It's tragic my dear friends.” “He was immortal, but the life he had was never his. When the time came he had to give it back. Sorrowful tale my dear friends.” Eugene addressed the crowd. My new powers could see through people. Eugene, the usurper and brother of the late alpha, is a figure shrouded in darkness and deception. Tall and imposing, with a commanding presence that demands attention, he carries himself with an air of arrogance and entitlement.

"That's my girl. Now, let's get you looking less... engineer-y." As we walked towards the elevator, a hush fell over the office. Alexander Kane, CEO of Trident Holdings and certified corporate Adonis, strode past us, his eyes fixed on some distant point. The air is undeniably thick with his presence. "Good evening, Mr. Kane," Mary purred, her voice dripping honey. Alexander's gaze flickered to us for a millisecond. "Evening," he muttered, before disappearing into his private elevator. "God, what I wouldn't give for five minutes alone with him," Mary sighed as we waited for the regular elevator.

he said suddenly, breaking the silence. I tensed at the mention of her name. “She’s really starting to get the hang of things,” Kael said, and he was clearly trying not to laugh. “Mara’s practically obsessed with her progress. She had me cornered the other day, going on and on about how that new padawan mastered a healing technique in half the time—and I quote—‘of any student healer she’s ever known.’” “That's enough,” I said with a dark voice. “I don’t want to hear her name.”

He kept drinking from his glass silently while observing the entire scene unfold. Soon enough, Jina stepped forwards and stood close in front of him. She gazed at him from top to bottom and before opening her mouth. "How old are you?" "I'm 17… Miss.." Creed responded, "Don't you have like… homework to do?" "I dropped out of high school pretty early so I don't have to worry about that stuff anymore." "So currently you do nothing? That's even worse." "I... I am a military cadet batch-43, Interplanetary Glitch Armed Services … I am currently working as a glitch hunter."

In his laying position, he sits up and looks straight to Hudson. "Who are you?" He asks him with an angry look. But Hudson is like frozen standing still at the door with wide eyes and not saying a thing. "Ehm... Hello? Mister, at the door? I'm asking you..." My father asks curiously but still angry. Hudson jumps up and probably came back to this world. "Umm... I... Umm... I'm..." "Father, this is Hudson. Carl Greyback's son. He dared to fall for Asli and now he's volunteering to marry her." Amar says.

My decision was final. A maid, nor a human will never be my luna. "Get me a glass of water." I barked at her before exiting the kitchen. Serving the new Alpha: Mia: The packhouse was filled with people assembled in different corners conversing, with the majority of the females, both young and old, giggling. With the way the females were dressed, one would think they were gathered for a college frat party. But that wasn't the case. Luna Emilia's son, Giovanni was returning home from the US where he'd gone to study and he was next in line to become Alpha of the Blackwood pack after the death of his father. The entire pack members were gathered to welcome him.

Her eyes widen, the orb glowing, and I see myself in her—a child facing a cosmos of possibility, my legacy hers to carry. Cassia governs this city, her crimson fire now a steady warmth, her amber eyes softened, silver scars a badge of honor. She stands on a crystalline balcony, her fire-etched blade sheathed, her voice commanding yet kind, guiding starborn councils. She catches my gaze, her smile fierce, a nod to our battles, our grief, our triumph. Renn teaches in a radiant grove, his blue aura calm, his relics preserved in a shrine to Lena, their starlight guiding young wielders. He laughs with his students, his voice steady, his loyalty a rock, his radiant orbs a spark for new hymns. Madd

“Dawn Stalkers, come in. This is Alpha Danvers of the Ironpaw Pack. I repeat. This is Alpha Danvers of the Ironpaw Pack.” I paused, giving time for a response. Only silence. “Come in, Dawn Stalkers,” I said again. “This is Alpha Danvers of the Ironpaw Pack.” “Alpha Danvers,” a nervous-sounding voice came over the walkie. “Th-this is Warrior Sanders of the Dawn Stalkers.” “Warrior Sanders,” I answered. “I’d like to say it’s nice to meet you but under the circumstances I think you can understand my hesitation.” “Yes, Alpha,” Sanders replied.

“To take the oath, you will repeat the words exactly as they are spoken.” My stomach twists as I slowly extend my arm in front of me. My fingers feel stiff and numb, like my body knows something my mind is still trying to deny. “From this day,” Adrian begins, his voice calm and unwavering, “I belong to the Moonshade Pack and dedicate my life to the Moon Goddess. I live to serve my Alpha, Adrian Raven.”

----- The wolf inside the armory was twenty years old at most. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the weapons rack and his knees pulled to his chest, and when we came through the door he looked up with the face of someone who has been waiting for the worst thing and is simply relieved it has finally arrived. Young. Pack-born — I recognized him now, one of the newer initiates, a boy named Cade who had joined Ironmoor two seasons ago from a dissolved southern pack. Which meant someone had gotten to him before he even arrived here.