Redeemed Anakin Skywalker Novels & Stories

Alpha Levon approached us a few minutes later, Aries walking beside him with a knowing smile on his face. “You all did a great job,” Levon said, smiling as they stopped in front of us. “I couldn’t be more grateful.” Aries chuckled softly. “Am I allowed to have my Beta back now?” he asked, brows raised. My eyes widened. Wait… what? “It’s fine, Julian,” Levon reassured. “I’ll clear your names off the murder and escapee lists immediately I get back to the pack, so you all are free to go home now.”

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

"Lyra!" ​Beta Rowan emerged from the line of trees, followed closely by another figure—a tall, imposing Alpha whose presence I would recognize anywhere. ​"Bring her back alive!" Kael's command thundered through the clearing. ​My knees nearly buckled. Alpha Kael Blackthorn stepped into the moonlight, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. ​Except Kael wasn't looking at me like I was a traitor anymore. He was staring at me like a man who had just realized he'd made a catastrophic mistake.

"And then what?" "Then we figure out who sent it. And we make them regret it." She nodded once, the way Zarek nodded when he'd made up his mind about something. I saw him in her more and more lately. It was unsettling. She climbed back into her chair and picked up a carrot. "The traitors have been pardoned," she announced. "They are fighting for the right side now." "Good. Everyone deserves a second chance." I ruffled her hair. She leaned into it for half a second before pulling away.

he shook his head like he couldn't believe us, his dread flying gracefully in the air as he pulled out a Bluetooth speaker from goodness knows where. “Yup, that's Ryder,” Trent muttered, reaching for the knife. Somehow, my boss Clarence was so thoughtful to lend me the day off to celebrate Niguez's birthday. Honestly, Clarence was always so considerate all the time, even when he didn't have to be. If he was aiming for the boss of the year award, then he was certainly getting it. I asked Trent if he also got the day off but somehow he managed to slip away with a sly grin.

Rita smiles sadly and nods. As I’m about to ask what he means, a guard appears and tells me Derek calls me. “I’ll be back.” Anthony shakes his head and smiles sadly. “Goodbye my boy.” I rush to meet Derek and the expression on his face tells me something is wrong. “What is it?” “The Celestial Moon pack needs help in their fight against the vampires. Tomorrow is the wedding, so I need you to take the soldiers and go on my behalf.” Warning bells begin to ring again in my head and I feel Raven’s unease flood every part of my body. “What about Genevieve’s parents?” “We’ll wait to give judgment until you come back.” I stare into the eyes of my alpha, my best friend and my war partner. Against the

Phew—- My shoulders sagged with relief. “I can help—--” He said suddenly, catching me off guard. I gaped at him inquisitively. “With your role, he continued. “Transform you into a female lead everyone wants to watch.” I stared at him, stunned. What was he talking about? Why would he want to help me? Why would someone like Killian Lancaster even care? “Y–You want to help me?” I asked, baffled. You like Jake, don't you? Let's transform you into a woman Jake can't resist but can't have…… not only Jake, but no man can have….,

She was everything I had ever dreamed of—sharp, capable, and gifted beyond her years. A firm voice cut through my thoughts. “The auction starts in twenty minutes. I trust you’re ready, Alpha Logan.” I turned to face Alpha Nolan of the Silver Moon pack, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I let a slow smirk tug at my lips. “Prepared?” My voice was steady. “What belongs to me will always find its way back to me.” The smirk on his face faded, giving way to a deep scowl.

I needed a safe haven, so I made one. “Extra fuel cells have already been installed,” he promises, “And here is as much of the signal as we were able to copy,” he hands me a satchel that rattles gently with the sound of several data crystals. I’ll need to make it to one of the major hubs, either in the Lunar or Solar kingdoms, before they can be transferred and read. “May the stars guide your return, Your Grace,” the young drake bows elegantly before turning to leave. As we disembark and begin our rapid descent, I take one last look at the sparkling city in the stars.

The Abyssal Haven, battered but intact, surrounded by a dissipating cloud of steam and minerals, was slowly rising on emergency balloons, its hull breaches sealed by a rapid-forming mineral crust from the vent. Keila’s face, smudged and terrified, appeared on the comms screen. “Mom? Dad? Something… something blew under us. It pushed us up. We’re okay. We’re all okay.” I fell to my knees, sobs of relief wracking my body. Luther knelt beside me, holding me, his own tears silent. The Review had chosen. It had looked at its prime directive, and at the human who had sung it into being, and it had rewritten its own core scripture. The weaver was the pattern. The individual thread, loved, was the v