Redeemed Anakin Skywalker Novels & Stories

I snarled at him, stating rule 15 again, "On account that the accusation was wrongful, the Alpha King can mete out any punishment needful to avoid rebellion in the future." His face turned ashen with my words, and he wanted to speak, "I..." I cut in, my gaze meeting his as I declared, "As punishment for suspected rebellion, the Moon Peak Pack is exempted from the treaty next year. Also, Alpha Lucas is hereby demoted as my deputy, and I'll be appointing another Alpha to take over in a week's time." Murmurs immediately grew among the gathered people, and I saw that Lucas was not speaking, probably stunned. They were probably not expecting such ruthless punishment, but I wasn't going to give hi

Danica was seconds away from discovering the one thing that could blow this entire pack sky-high. My hand trembles a little when I pick it up and open it. I scan the first few lines even though I've already memorized every word in it. Alpha Marius's name stamped in sharp ink. My name. The roles outlined. The terms were generous. Too generous. But that wasn't the issue. The real problem is the title printed at the very top in capital letters: 'LUNA OF DARK SHADOW PACK GEORGINA SINCLAIR – BY SOLE CLAIM OF ALPHA MARIUS PEDDLETON'

Fallen Nobles who once had respectable Classes ended up losing them, taking on weaker Classes instead. The same happened to merchants who went bankrupt or warriors who lost their ability to fight. Classes reflected a person’s current status, Rey realized. If his situation changed, he might lose his newly acquired Class. “I can’t allow that!” He said to himself resolutely. He was content with things as they were and wasn’t ready to upset the balance. ‘I just have to get stronger! Strong enough to resist the Oculus when the time comes.’ With this resolve in mind, Rey finally took a shower and headed to the library to meet Alicia, offering his apology and presenting her with the gift from KariB

The Scourge models were wiped out instantly. [SYSTEM MESSAGE: ALL HOSTILE ENTITIES ELIMINATED.] [GRID 88-ALPHA SECURED.] [MISSION CLEAR. TRANSFERRING FUNDS...] The Payday The digital world faded to black, replaced immediately by the soft blue ambient light of the penthouse immersion room. The pods hissed open. Leo ripped his helmet off, letting out a massive, triumphant whoop that literally shook the walls of the room. He leaped out of the gel-seat, high-fiving Kara as she pulled her own halo off.

"I was never supposed to make it this far. My 'Static-Body' is a pocket of raw instability. If you... if you decompile me right here, you can use my essence as a Jump-Drive. It will punch a hole through that door and carry your consciousness straight into the Root-Node." "Jun, no... I can't delete you. Not again." "You aren't deleting me," he said, stepping into her space. He took her hands, and for a second, his touch was solid, warm, and heartbreakingly human. "You’re just moving me into the wind. I’ll be the spark that lets the Anchor drop. Do it, little bird. Before the world flips." The High-Stakes Sabotage required a sacrifice that felt like a Philosophical-Quandary she couldn't solve.

It was Lucas—reborn, his body now made of pure light. Lucas grabbed Arian. “You said the universe runs on energy. But you forgot—energy is born from love. Goodbye.” Lucas vanished into the silver clouds with Arian in a massive golden explosion. When everything calmed, the desert had turned back into a beach. Arian was gone. The tower was gone. Lucas stood before us, his golden wings shining like the sun. Rudra mounted his horse and said, “My work is done. Your world is yours again. But remember—the desert’s power will always live within your locket.”

They wouldn’t heal, because they weren’t fucking there anymore. I don’t know if you have seen Star Wars, but I was forced to watch those movies at an age that might not even be appropriate. As a kid, watching Anakin turn to the dark side and then have his fucking legs chopped off by his teacher, Obi Wan, was a lot. And Grandpa looked like Anakin did before he got that fucking Darth Vader suit. He was burned almost everywhere, and he was missing both his legs, from the knee down. I picked Grandpa up and held him like a fucking baby. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the drops started falling on his charred skin.

His eyes were closed, and his breathing was slow and steady. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he exclaimed, "I know where they are! I saw them!" The group erupted into cheers, their faces filled with hope and relief. They quickly made plans to rescue Anakin, Ember, and Divine, deciding to take only a few warriors with them. They couldn't leave the pack unprotected, so they would leave some warriors behind to guard the pack.

“But that doesn’t really matter. What matters is that you did it. And I want you to know how much I appreciate it.” I came to another body. Kicking rubble away, I leaned in close and sniffed. With a grimace, I turned away, moving on to the next. “Aren’t we taking this one?” Lana asked. “It’s a Dawn Stalker,” I told her. “Oh… but don’t they need to be cleared too?” she questioned. “They get cleared last,” I replied. “I won’t insult the memory of my pack mates and allies by leaving them to rot in the field to take the time to worry about Dawn Stalker dignity. Do you have a problem with that?”

His eyes flew wide with disbelief shaking through him. I went on relentlessly, “The one I loved was the boy who held my hand so tight in that orphanage, swearing he could not live without me. The boy who even took my surname, Lucian Quinn. “And he died the second year he went back to the Gill family.” Kyle’s knees buckled. He sank in front of me, clutching my sleeve with trembling hands and spoke with a breaking voice, “Nadine, stop… Please stop. I will give it all up. I will go back right now and say I don’t want the inheritance; I don’t want the Gill’s name. I’ll be Lucian again. I’ll stay Lucian… please, won’t that be enough?”