Sith Hood Novels & Stories

It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob freaking SquarePants. I tried to sidestep them, but they moved in unison, effectively cutting off my escape route. "Where do you think you're going, girl?" Blondie sneered, his voice threatening. I squared my shoulders, trying to look tough. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Get the fuck out of my way." The African American man chuckled, stepping closer as if to intimidate me. "You don't have a choice in the matter, sweetheart. The Dark lord wants you to go pack your things now."

“You’re coming with us. Maybe a little time in a dark room will change your attitude.” As they began to move, a sound echoed through the alley—a low, humming noise that grew louder, more insistent. Sophia’s heart pounded. Drones. The Syndicate had sent drones. “Get down!” Ethan shouted, pulling Sophia and Lily to the ground just as the first drone appeared overhead, its camera whirring to life. A second later, a spray of bullets shattered the silence, ripping through the air where they had been standing.

when its heart is broken. The hooded man bowed. "As you command." His crimson eyes glowed. The next move would not target Blackthorn's walls. It would target its family.

"Where is the Shadow Guard?" "Dead," Ashren said simply. "Or dormant. They were tied to Darius. When Silentium ate his soul, it severed the hive mind. The husks probably collapsed wherever they were standing." We reached the main floor. The grand, sweeping corridors of polished black marble and silver trim. "Where to, General?" Jinx asked. "We need to secure a comms room. Broadcast to the Legion. Let them know the target is down." "No," I said, my voice hardening. "We don't hide in a comms room."

SAPHIRE POV I tried to yank my arm free but even with his injuries he is still pretty strong. I couldn’t get him to let go so I managed to keep my jacket on his injuries and he started trying to fight me like I was the enemy. I had to try and hold his other arm back as he flailed around. “Listen asshole, if you’re smart then you’ll let me go and let me save you. Otherwise if you keep stopping me, the Moon Goddess herself won’t be able to save you.” I snapped at him.

It was the same man who had tried to assassinate him just a week ago, and Silas knew he couldn't let him slip away this time. Silas pushed his way through the throngs of people, knocking over baskets and jostling elbows as he tried to close the distance between them. The hooded figure moved with a strange, fluid grace, dodging and weaving his way through the crowds as though he were born to it. Silas was just about to grab hold of the man's cloak when he suddenly disappeared, vanishing into thin air. Silas looked around in confusion, wondering if he had somehow lost his quarry. But then he heard a strange sound, a low growl that seemed to come from all around him. Silas turned just in time t

Sebastian’s voice boomed, distorted and demonic. He raised his hydraulic fist. "Now, let's talk about that subscription model." [The Breakout] The Warden snarled. His perfect face split open—literally. The skin peeled back to reveal a metallic skull underneath. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was the suit. "Kill him!" The Warden ordered the droids. Three combat droids charged. Sebastian didn't dodge. He caught the first droid by the head and crushed it. CRUNCH. He ripped the arm off the second droid and used it to impale the third.

Eric said as he pointed to the communicator. Then the communicator we started to Fritz out of control. Eventually, a hologram of a hooded man with a long cape dress down emerged. On the top of his head, was a strange shaped symbol that reminded me of the Akarri5n age symbol that we saw back in then Academy! Greetings humans and hybrids of Earth! The hooded man said. I am Lord ethos ! Chapter 22: The Demand So I guess this is the part of the story when we meet needs a big mean bad guy that everyone knows it’s pulling the strings right?

“So Maelor sent his lapdogs instead of coming for me himself? I hope he’s close enough to hear me calling him a coward. Come on then, let me see who he considers to be dispensable.” There’s a rustle, before six figures emerge from the shadows, their robes fluttering as though caught in an unfelt breeze. They move with eerie synchronization, their faces obscured by hoods. One of them steps forward, his voice echoing unnaturally. “Hilda. Surrender, and we’ll make this painless.”