Satele Star Wars Novels & Stories

“Hello.” “I am Selene. I have been watching over your life for years and rooting for you along the way. I came to assure you that I truly exist and that you can rely on me.” “If you are really who you say you are, why did you allow them to destroy my entire pack and leave me to grow up alone?” “Their fate was sealed before they were even born. Not all can be saved and sometimes sacrifices must be made to protect a greater number of our kind. I understand that you may not see it that way, and you may hate me for it. But we must focus on the future.”

Somewhere along Sector East, a pod spun up and coughed out one last burst; the echo rattled the tent poles. Sorenson thumbed his mic. “All sectors, status.” “South nominal.” “West nominal.” “East hot but holding.” Sorenson exhaled, then keyed the general net, voice carrying like a hand on everyone’s shoulder. “Activate Gatlings. And listen: forget the fairy tales. They don’t need a moon. They take orders. Something out there is driving them like a hand on a wheel.” Mau didn’t look up. “Copy,” he said to no one and everyone, already building a new pane. Lines bloomed across a schematic of the perimeter—antennas, sensors, clock marks.

As soon as all three of his senior apprentices turned to look at him, Felix felt the pressure pile on. There were so many things he did not quite understand yet. He asked, "Mr. Hoffman, are you serious? You're saying this Starmark doesn't just protect my seniors—it can actually stop the second wave from hitting Earth?" Gerald nodded seriously. "Would I joke about something this big? There's an organization out there in the universe called the Star Alliance. At least from my time until now, they've always followed the rulings of the Star Gate.

“Where are my dad and my brother?” "I think some renegades tried to join the pack, but don't worry, they're taking care of it. Promise me you won't leave here, daughter, I don't want you to put yourself at risk. Do you promise me?" Selene nods, despite the pressure in her chest. Saya is restless in her mind. She knows something more than a simple fight with renegades is happening. The guardians of the Moon Glade are well-trained enough to stop a hundred or more of them without Ethan's intervention, let alone her father's.

And then, on the horizon, a speck appeared, growing larger with each passing moment. As we watched, a magnificent shuttlecraft descended from the sky, its massive form casting a long shadow on the ground. The sleek vessel, designed to seat six with an expansive cargo hold, hovered effortlessly just a foot over the ground. David's eyes sparkled with pride as he declared, "This is Atlantis's own Star fleet, she is one of four, top of the line, and all yours! – my gift to you."

Beta Sylvester said. "Stay calm, Cassian," Ryan mindlinked, already sensing that Cassian was boiling underneath his silence. "We brought gifts for the new Alpha and his Luna," Ryan said to Sylvester. "Thank you," Sylvester said, grinning widely to reveal a gold tooth. "The Luna is my daughter, so I am pleased." "I hope your alphas come with a good deal for alliance," Cassian growled. "Because if I am not satisfied, Blackspire will bear the consequences."

“You’re not serious.” “Oh, I am,” Melinda said, rising to her feet. “It’s called an Aetherstar. Its power is beyond imagination even the Thrones would not be able to stand against it. And only you can summon it, Selene. Only the Aetherborn can command such creation. It will obey your every word, punish whom you wish, and destroy what you will. And it will never harm its maker.” Selene looked down at her trembling hands, then back at her friend. “You really think it could work?”

The old woman’s wrinkled hands held the edge of the large, six-foot-tall golden frame. “A portal door to the Southern Star Club. Go now. I don’t know how long my energy will last.” My eyes widened at the sight of sweat pouring down her forehead. Before I could offer to help, screams of terror erupted behind me. I turned and saw a horrifying sight. Alpha Alastair, in his monstrous form, was attacking Alpha Romero and Harlow in a blind rage. ‘Alexa, are all the people safe?’ Harlow’s voice echoed in my mind. ‘I saved as many as I could. Mrs. Geeny opened a magic portal to Southern Star. Can you make it?’ I asked, watching Harlow, still struggling with Alpha Alastair.

Not submissive. A weapon. But a controlled one. After a long pause, I slowly shifted back. The glow faded. My body settled into human form, my breathing even. Laurel leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “She’s real.” “I told you,” Ryan said, stepping beside me and handing me his jacket. Alpha Regal finally stood, his tall frame casting a shadow across the table. “You have my attention, Elena of the Star Raiders.” I met his gaze. “Then hear our plea.”

I whispered, my voice sounding like a ghost of itself, "we just gave it a taste of something it didn't like, but look at the stars." Koran looked up, the sky was clear, the stars were bright, but there was a new constellation forming, a group of thirteen points of light that hadn't been there before, they were arranged in a perfect, jagged circle around our world. "The Star-Eater was a scavenger," I said, my hand moving to the permanent Platinum mark on my throat, "But those... those are the Sentinels, the beam didn't just hit the predator, it rang the bell for the rest of the universe."