Padme Amidala Novels & Stories

A long and pointed nose, round firm cheeks and full rosy lips. She is wearing a glittery silver floor length dress and there is something about her that made Amarah realized who she is staring at. “Oh my goodness!” Amarah exclaimed and she immediately got down on one knee on the floor and placed a fist on her heart. “My apologies for not recognizing you immediately, Goddess Selene.” “You did good, my child,” Selene said. Amarah raised her face towards her when the goddess cupped her chin. She smiled sadly. “I could have done more,” she answered softly. “But I guess I overexerted myself that I forgot that I had no additional strength in me. It made me weak.”

Syd asked as soon as she answered the call. “ Not good Syd, not good. She's in a coma...” Padma said. “ ... was it that bad?” she whispered “ It was, you’d see for yourself once you get here.” “ I’d see you soon,” Syd dropped the call climbing up her brother's private jet. Padma stepped out of the ward for fresh air. She needed to get some food to eat and air to breathe. She couldn't stay in the ward any longer with her friend lying in a coma.

He gestures with a hand. Stepping inside feels like walking through the door to Narnia, you're taken to a whole different place, a place that seems out of the picture. It feel like time-traveling, except it's much much worse than Narnia and you're brought back to Medieval times. A nauseous smell fills my nostrils and makes my stomach turn in a knot. The place itself is dark, a few yellow lamps hung on the walls but are clearly not enough to lighten up the big place. "We're here to talk to Agatha Montgomery from Waterfall Bridge." I shortly announce.

Every day, Amaryah woke up with splitting headaches and felt disconnected. Her maid had started getting used to her morning grumpiness and had even found out that only a feast for breakfast would cure it. During the last few days, Amaryah did nothing but eat, sleep and meditate. It was hard for her to continue roaming around the mountains since Gana would almost always be attached to her hip. She would only let her be when she enters the Spring Cave to train and meditate. Every time she would poke her head out the entrance of the cave, she would be met either by a smiling Gana or a bowing Firal.

Jeneva tried to look normal but she starts trembling that made Finesia confused. "Who?" she asked. "The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus."

It was as if the land itself was responding to his training, as if it could sense his growing strength. And then, one night, as he was meditating under the full moon, something truly extraordinary happened. A silver mist began to rise up from the ground, swirling around him and filling the air with a sweet, ethereal scent. In the midst of the mist, a figure began to take shape. It was a woman, tall and beautiful, clad in a gown of shimmering silver. Her hair was white as snow, and her eyes were a deep, endless blue. She smiled at Alpha Wade, her expression one of warmth and compassion. "Greetings, Alpha," she said, her voice soft and melodic. "It is an honor to meet you. I am the Moon Goddes

If looks could kill, they have obliterated her at that moment. "Hello." Amira cleared her throat. "My name is Amira Haddock and I'm from the Hunter's Organization." A hush of anger filled the room. "I know that doesn't sound right." She quickly went on. "Especially in this setting, but..." She lowered her gaze to the podium. "Things are different now. Things are changing." She shut her eyes and for an instance felt the familiar motherly and fatherly warmth of her parents beside her.

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.

Ancient. Yet heartbreakingly empty. ⸻ The palace felt abandoned. Like a kingdom lost to time. ⸻ Footsteps echoed behind her. ⸻ Slow. Elegant. ⸻ Amara turned. ⸻ And froze. ⸻ The woman from her visions stood before her. ⸻ The Moon Queen. ⸻ She looked exactly as before. Silver-white hair. Glowing eyes. Power radiating from every movement. ⸻ But now Amara could see something else.

Stars sparkled within his translucent body, and his voice echoed like the whispers of ancient nebulae. Third was Levana, the Moon Mistress. She appeared as a serene figure, her skin pale and luminous like the moon at midnight. Her hair flowed like silver rivers, and her eyes were deep pools of liquid night, reflecting the phases of the moon. Fourth was Thalassia, the Ocean Keeper. Her form was fluid and ever-changing, shifting from water to ice to mist. Her eyes were the color of the deepest seas, and she exuded a calm yet formidable power, like the tide that shapes the shores.