Raxus Star Wars Novels & Stories

"What'd they call that place he works at? You know, your uncle's hush-hush, covert whatever ..." "Polaris, whatever the heck that means." I looked through the side mirror at Maverick's truck, wondering anew about his involvement. "I can't believe he's known about this supernatural stuff all this time." The thought of him holding out on me all summer when I thought we were such good friends really rubbed me wrong. "And he works for Uncle Ira, who's some, what the heck, rebel leader? Seriously. No one in my life is who they seem." "Oh!" Ruthie gasped, tightening her hands on the steering wheel. "He's like Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Rebellion! And you're Princess Leia. Yeah! And Isaac is Luke and Z

He knows how to handle all of us. "We're still waiting for the other members," Zach said calmly while reading a newspaper. He's no longer our leader, but he still acts like he is. He was the one who left. "Seriously, Zachary... You're not even allowed to be here. This is a Nexus talk. Are you a Nexus? No," Xaiver Russo said and shrugged. He's still wearing his race car suit... Aside from being the CEO of a huge company, he's also a famous car racer. He says it's just a hobby.

if that even makes sense. On the other hand, I was still getting used to calling Raaz as Axton. Not that I was used to calling him Raaz for long, but in some way, him getting his memories back meant that it wouldn’t be long before him and I go our separate ways. ‘What are you?’ ‘A werewolf.’ That’s what he had told me last night, before bursting out laughing to tell me it was a joke. ‘Damn! You should have seen your face!’ ‘That was so not funny!’

Dax pulled out his double ax and roared, “Warriors, kill everyone! Kill for our family and for Master Rama!” After he spoke, Dax was like a fierce tiger and charged at the Raksasa grand army.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

Growling in irritation, Rex spurred on his lizard mount, Taz, toward the front of their small convoy, stopping beside Dilo and Cassius. “What’s wrong?” Rex asked, turning to look toward the pair leading the group. “That,” Cassius said, pointing with his head, his face scrunched slightly in annoyance as he looked further down the road. As Rex's gaze focused on what Cassius was indicting, Rex’s breath caught sharply as a memory hit him. “Are those…crazaks?” Rex asked, remembering the chittering, hissing creatures that had ambushed him and Markus shortly after arriving at Dracoterrum.

Alpha Cyrus said and that angered the young boy. He attacked him once more but Cyrus just used his arm as a shield and he could not even move an inch closer. He was again thrown across the room leaving cracks on the walls and when he was about to get up, Alpha Cyrus stepped on his chest, with so much pressure that he is now barely breathing.

The vibration traveled up through the stone floor, settling in my jaw. I looked up. A growl built in my throat, a guttural vibration that rattled my own teeth. Rax and his rebels were standing at the tunnel entrance. They had watched it all—the rise of the Phantom Wolf, the collapse, the return. Their skin was pale. Their hands shook so hard their rifles rattled. They looked like men who had seen the face of God and realized He had teeth. Rax walked forward. He moved slowly, his boots scraping against the grating—sharp, dry, too loud in the silence. He lowered his rifle. The barrel touched the ground with a dull metallic snap.

She fired a sustained burst from her plasma rifle, the golden bolts splashing uselessly against the integrated repulsor-shields of the advancing Cyber-Ronin. "Don't shoot the shields! Sweep the legs!" Jax roared. The Revers President charged into the center of the crimson swarm. He didn't swing his gear-axe at their heads; he dropped low, sweeping the phased blade in a massive horizontal arc across the black-glass street. The Origin-Code sub-ether cleanly sheared the repulsor-skates right off three of the Ronin. Deprived of their mobility and balance, the mechs crashed violently to the street, instantly crushed under the thirty-ton treads of Tank's scav-crawler.

He whispered in her ear and leaned back against the throne. "There will be no blood. The people will surrender on their own and no one denies power." Ragnar cleared the motive and Sasha frowned. How would that be accomplished by someone like him? Her eyes went to Mason again. He kept chewing on his apple while staring at Jasper- very uninterestedly and as if he sensed someone staring at him, his eyes snapped directly toward Sasha and their gazes clashed.