Sabine Wren Jedi Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath and sighed many times to calm herself. It will only take nine months, right? Soon as she delivers the child, she will be set free. That’s what the Alpha said the first time they met. “You got this, Emily,” she whispered. ‘Of course, you will, girl. Fighting. And I can’t wait to get out!’ Leia talked. “No, Leia. I don’t know if my body can make it if I shift.” She heard Leia growl. ‘You can do it. The Alpha is handsome and damn; his biceps is so perfect—’

I demand shakily while staggering to my feet as my body struggles to cool down; suddenly feeling drained from my intense outpour of emotions. “I-“ he shakes his head, “I don’t know. They’re likely members by now, Willow…”, his forehead furrows, “-that is unless,” he ponders before turning to face Sabine, “-when were they transported?” Sabine follows my movement as I stand; barely taking her eyes off of me as she takes a moment to recognise what Isaac had just asked, dozily coming back around from her brief trance reluctantly. Her hand drops from her mouth as she manages to peel her eyes away from me before folding her arms against her chest and sucking in her lips, “Almost three months ago,

Except it would take more than one unborn child to make a pit big enough to raise seven Morduch witches, and the extra three families in their coven. I moved without thinking, grabbing the hunter by the shoulder and pulling her out of the cabin. Sabine was the last of her coven breathing, even at that she was barely alive. She was not in a good condition to cast such a huge spell. I tossed the hunter to the floor a few miles away from the cabin, but Sabine had held her legs so firmly that I had also carried her along. “I'll kill you…” She snarled as she lunged for the hunter.

The one that expected my childhood obedience to rise from the dead and answer him before I did. I leaned against the corridor wall instead. “I’m listening.” He exhaled, steadier now that he had found authority again. “Sabine is dangerous. Much more dangerous than Renaud. He may posture, he may scheme, but Sabine... Sabine destroys people neatly. Quietly. She leaves nothing behind.” I thought of Sabine in her clean suits, with her cold blue eyes and polite mouth. “She already warned me,” I said. “You don’t understand.” “Then explain.”

“Oh! Princess Sabrina! Yes - we’re so very excited you’ve come to join us. It will truly be an honor.” I put a hand to my heart, a look of sincerity on my face. “Oh please, just call me Sabrina. And the honor will be all mine.” Twenty minutes later I was being given a tour of the clinic, and what my duties would be once “Dr. Green” came in, but a nurse named Devin. She was short and blunt-featured, with broad shoulders and a no-nonsense attitude. She was also a spy from the Bloodclaw pack. In a walk-in supply closet, she handed me a vial of poisoned healing potion.

Even more dangerous events were about to unfold. "Mork, take Zayn, Gina, and the other disciples and prepare to fly to Purple Star. I'll go first to see if I can stop Travis," Wren said, snapping out of his shock over Chase producing his 11th Divine Vein. He realized he had more important matters to attend to. "Yes, sir!" Mork and the two Light Divine Holy Land prodigies that Wren valued most, Zayn and Gina, responded. Zayn, known as the swordsman, was a stage-two major martial god who excelled in the Light Deity Sword Technique. Because of his swordsmanship, he was particularly interested in the Sky Light Holy Sword.

It was the fact that I’d have to see her again—Cynthia. Morning came too quickly. I braced myself for whatever was coming today and got ready. The weight of the upcoming confrontation sat heavily on my shoulders as I made my way to the training grounds. When I arrived, a few she-wolves were already there, stretching and warming up. Their quiet chatter filled the air as they prepared for the session. Off to the side, Zayn, Seven, and Seleira stood watching, talking amongst themselves. Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today.

Claire pleaded. The thought of another woman flocking around Logan left a sour taste in her mouth. "Who is this Sabrina you are talking about?" she asked casually. But there is nothing casual about her question. Claire gave her a knowing smirk, which made Hera roll her eyes at her. "Sabrina is the daughter of one of the Lycan warriors. She is ruthless when she sets her eyes on someone or something. She would do anything to get what she wants. She is also training like every other Lycan out there. She is the hottest woman in our pack. Every male would fall all over themselves to do her bidding, except the Alpha twins. She has her eyes only for prince Logan. But too bad for her, Alpha Logan n

"For the warning, and for everything else you've done these past two weeks." "You don't need to thank me." Sable's expression warmed considerably. "I've watched you become exactly the kind of Luna this pack desperately needs, Wren. Steady, honest, unwilling to let old cruelty simply fade unexamined. Whatever comes next, I have complete faith you'll meet it with the same strength that carried you through four years of impossible circumstances." As Sable excused herself to continue her farewells throughout the hall, Wren turned back to watch her sons, old worry tangling now with the evening's genuine joy, uncertain how to hold both feelings simultaneously without one overwhelming the other.

Lunar says my time will come one day, and I must be patient. Sabrina also looks different. She is more toned with abs on her stomach. Her hair is a bit longer and she is much taller. Her blue eyes are beautiful, and they hold more determination these days. She honestly belongs in the pack as a warrior, but seeing how they treat me, she says she will never allow herself to be around the fuckers.