Shan Star Wars Novels & Stories

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

Sarah stared at Shaun’s profile. Although he was sitting in a dim area, his exquisite features remained attractive. She felt the need to win his heart. “Shaunny, can you do me a favor? Can you let go of Neeson Corporation?” “You want to take it over, huh?”

The main room was packed with people, all facing the center where Marcus stood there. Her Marcus. Tall and handsome with his blonde hair that caught the light. His bright smile that used to make her heart skip. He wore formal clothes, the kind pack members wore for important occasions. For matings. For anniversaries. Next to him stood Isla. Lyra's best friend. The girl she'd grown up with. The one she'd told all her secrets to. The one she'd trusted with everything. Isla wore a beautiful dress, deep blue like the evening sky. And on her head sat a silver circlet, the mark of a Luna.

she continued. "S-stella," Chase murmured gently, still speechless. "It's Star, sir!" said a girl who looks exactly like Stella. "Star! Hello, my name is Chase Roan Santi!" Chase recovered fast. He reached out his right hand. Star looked down at the man's palm as if he were afraid to touch it. His smile remained as the blood began to rise to both of his cheeks. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Chase." -END-

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He immediately ordered that the warriors should make a chase. Derick must return and bring Isabella Wilson along. He would not allow his own son to make a fool out of him.. As the warriors made turn to go, the boundary wolves arrived and stood before Lukas Briston…

for in the next five days, we will execute our fifteenth raid on the Moon Crescent pack, which the queen of war would lead. Applause and cheers filled the hall, and only one thought could cross my shock-ridden mind. "Shit". ~~~ “What the hell was that, Micheal?!” I slammed my hands against the desk in Micheal's office. Anger flowed through my veins like liquid metal, and my breath came off in heavy pants. The clouds darkened outside, and the threats of rain showed themselves to the inhabitants of Earth. Micheal sat in front of me. A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes.

Jane tenderly offered herself to Jes. Jes was silent for a moment, staring at Anne's black eyes. Looking for lies and warmth. Jes was still staring at Anne with a flat face, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. Jes will make a new friend who is kind but in this scary hell. Jes shook his head. "No need. You guys just wait here, I'll take a bath myself. " Said Jes.

And here I am, in the middle of this chaos, pretending to fit into a world I barely understand. I take a deep breath, trying to mimic the serene faces around me. The others seem at ease, their chests rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I feel like a fraud, sitting here in my leggings, surrounded by women who were born for this life. I wasn’t. I’m not a warrior, not a Luna, not... anything. “Focus on your wolf,” Serena’s voice floats through the room, smooth yet commanding. “Picture your wolf. Think of its colour, its size, its strength.”