Padme Amidala Novels & Stories

She stated, her voce hesitant but loud enough to be heard through the wall. “The Alpha’s not coming.” This time the voice was familiar. Greyson was on the other side of the door, although that realisation was overshadowed by his words. “He’s in the medical centre, we need Amara.” The words didn’t entirely make sense to me, but I didn’t care. Every part of my body was on fire, and not in the good, tingly way I felt when Able was touching me but in horror and with the ancient magic of the goddess’ mate bond.

The grit of the training yard clung to my skin, a second layer of sweat-soaked dust. Opposite me, Cassius sat with the quiet stillness of a coiled predator, his breathing even despite our spar. Between us, resting in my palm, the small, cool sphere began to pulse, casting a soft, ethereal glow on our weary faces. From that light, Amelia’s shimmering form bloomed into existence—a miniature, hauntingly detailed projection suspended in the air.

“The head of the Moon Readers.” Tharion exhaled slowly, realization dawning. Padma’s serene expression never wavered; she worked as if this were simply another cup of tea to be poured—elegant, deliberate, devastatingly effective. Kaplan’s body began to ease as the pain ebbed away, each breath less ragged than the last. His gaze stayed fixed on Jaiyana’s grandmother, as if afraid that if he looked away, the fragile reprieve would vanish. Padma’s smile was gentle and knowing, her hand resting lightly against his back, the warmth of her touch grounding him.

When she arrived home, silence greeted her. There was nobody in the living room. “Sara, I’m home, darling.” She called out softly, but no one answered. Neither her mother nor Vahe and Sona were anywhere nearby. Something about it felt strange. Once she was sure there was no one in the house, Magdalena went to Aunt Tamia’s hut. Tamia was there, but she was crying, and her face was scratched. “Magdalena, you’re back, darling... Thank God you came back. Maybe you can still find...”

They had sold the women? "Then she must be an orphan, still scarred from the fire," Madam Yara sounded almost sympathetic. "Get up. I want to take a closer look at you." Without hesitating, Amias did as she was instructed. Madam Yara circled around her. Amias jolted as she smacked her ass, squeezing tighter, "The perfect weight, soft and supple." Amias remained perfectly still as Madam Yara got to her front, slid her hand to feel her chest.

' He proudly uttered as he lifted his chin and rested his hands on his sides. 'Don't think about that yet!' Amira's words made us all shift a confused gaze in her direction. 'She is a goddess. She doesn't easily give up and lose!' She wasn't staring at us, but her stare was fixed on Tia, who was almost unrecognizable due to her scalds.

In a blink, she stood within the Hall of Ascendancy. Above her, light poured down from unseen heights. Pillars carved from celestial bone soared into the darkness, and a gentle hum vibrated through the air, like the breath of something eternal. At the far end of the hall, Amaria stood alone—wrapped in ivory robes that shimmered like woven starlight, her dark gaze sharp as obsidian. “Isara,” she said without turning. “You took longer than I expected.” “I had to wait until everyone was asleep.” Amaria finally turned, her expression unreadable. “You’ve been watching him.”

I knock once, and the door opens just enough for August to pull me inside the room. And on his bed is Padma. She’s still conscious, but barely so. She’s crying profusely, looking at August and me desperately as she raises her hands and shows me what’s going on. Black veins on her hands, spreading all the way up to her neck. They’re still thin. Barely a trace of it in there. But I know that when it reaches her face, it’s over. Padma has been poisoned. And as opposed to the guard who died, I know for sure that she hasn’t been anywhere outside.

Damon: The stars above us were scattered like shattered glass, beautiful, broken pieces of something greater, something we’d never be able to touch but could still dream about. I smiled at their sides, finding myself getting lost in their beauty for a moment too long. I was completely lost in my thoughts, completely aware of everything that surrounded me, allowing myself to give in to all the peace that I was in. To allow myself to live into it. Sienna lay beside me on the blanket I had spread across the grass in the secret garden, her body turned slightly toward mine. Her eyes were lifted to the sky, lashes catching the faint glow of the fairy lights overhead, but I couldn’t take my gaze of

Amelia asked. "Like I said earlier, I have a message from my mother but before I proceed to deliver my message, I must touch on a few other things first. Listen carefully Amelia, you may not know this but you have met with a sister of mine in the past and she goes by the name, Heldareda, the moon spirit of rebirth and reincarnation and there is a reason why you are named Amelia," she said and Amelia is confused. "Heldareda? Rebirth and reincarnation? What reason would she have had to meet with me and why am I named Amelia?" she asked.