Padme Amidala Jedi Novels & Stories

"Yes, if you weigh more than 100kg, I'll give you two doses because I only have a few grams here." "Give me two doses anyway, I take so much that I might need another later," the man stretched out his hand and received two pills. "If you're feeling bad at lunchtime, take two more. There's more here," she said, handing him a thermos bottle of water. It was also pink with a cat-shaped lid. "The beginning of psychopathy is coffee without sugar, cold showers, and taking medicine without water," she commented casually. "I like cold showers," Miguel replied with a smile at that comment.

The blue seems to swirl within them from light to dark. “She is fine, but exhausted. Your mate used an immense amount of her power to kill Orchid.” The guy says. “Thank you for covering her up. Who are you?” Dray asks. “Sorry, my name is Amal, and I am one of the Zodiac 12.” Amal answers. “I have to go but don’t worry everything will be fine now.” Amal says. He vanishes into thin air as the others come running into the clinic. I take the blanket Amal placed over my little gem and wrap it in it, carrying her in my arms. We follow the others back to the main area.

The beads of sweat on her entire body were bigger as she trembled. Anastacia began to slowly open her eyes that had just turned gold, and she looked directly at the full moon that was visible outside of the mouth of the cave that she was in. There was no mate beside her. She was alone, and her mate was just a figment of her imagination to somehow ease the pain that she was feeling. A sorrowful scream came out of her as the realization made her transformation quicker.

Kane “So, you mean she is like royalty? Veronica’s annoying voice questions and Loki nods, “Yes that’s what we have been telling you!” he begins. I sigh, shaking my head as watch as Mia looks around, her eyes filled with wonder. This is literally her history; this is where Selene died, and the story of where her line began. “Wow,” she says so softly, reaching her hand to touch the mirror stone, but just as she traces the grooves, her body glows white again, taking her mind somewhere else.

Her energy radiated outward, and the crowd stilled, their fear tempered by her sheer power. Naila thrashed within me, but the High Priestess raised her hand. A web of light spread out, wrapping around me like chains and pinning me to the floor. "Jade is not possessed," she said, her voice clear. "This is simply a lack of control. An extraordinary gift like hers requires time to master. Nothing more." She approached me, her steps measured. "Be at ease, child," she said, her tone softening. The chains raised one of my hands, and she slipped something onto my finger.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

Tami finally got a chance to concentrate on her work. She sat down calmly, folded her legs tight and started meditating, the more she concentrated on her meditation the more Amira felt pain, she moved side by side in pain, her meditation started irritating Joel. Sshe was taking long to cure Amira, it felt as if she was not certain with what she was doing “If you don’t know what you are doing please allow me take her to an herbalist.” Joel impatiently pointed out. Rama relished inspecting Tami; her beauty drove him crazy

Xander stood by his side, both were looking worriedly at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he called back at Mordecai. “You’re just messing with my head.” Dorin’s eyes widened. The people moving towards Dorin fell to the ground, the air knocked out of them. “Now, we continue.” Dorin faced Mordecai once more. He had always loved fighting strong opponents. It means he could let it all out and fight with his real strength, but with his id now in his Phasma core, he was able to calm himself as he continued the duel.

Worst of all, the panda did a ba-dumba-dumba on his drum to quicken my pulse. Cronus. The fearsome male supremacist of Time. I bit my lip in an insidious dread. Artemis swung a quick warning glare at the Panda, and he cowered with his head bowing. When she turned to see the way I hugged my knees, keeping my body together, she pitied us. “How rude of me?” She snapped her ochre fingers. “Let me clothe you.” Valen turned to me and leaned down to extend a hand. I grasped it, and he pulled me to my wobbling feet. I leaned on his torso for balance. Artemis waved a hand. I buckled up my nerves and braced for impact.

“I don’t want to be a part of-” “I’m here to take your place,” Amira interjected, her voice filled with a comforting and reassuring tone, attempting to offer solace amid Jasmine's distress. She sauntered towards the faerie, cornering her like a cat playing with a mouse. “You can either use this time to escape and lead your own life or wait for another day to be violated.”