Star War Lord Novels & Stories

Astinos takes a step to follow, but Beta Stelios Thornfang steps into the gap, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. "Young warrior, if you do not wish to humiliate your future Luna, obey her command and care for your wounded pack sister," Stelios advises, his eyes gleaming with professional respect. He secretly admires the raw courage of this twenty-year-old wolf; few males can look into Leonidas’s lethal aura without whimpering. The boy possesses the markings of a true executioner—cold, detached, and utterly ruthless. If he were sworn to the Argyros Alpha Dominion, his ascension would be unstoppable. But his loyalty belongs entirely to my shadow.

I burst into their apartment and came to a hard stop. In the living room, Cairh Moirant's family was seated amongst others and right there in the middle was Cairh, holding onto the hand of the beautiful redhead female next to him, Anya. My heart stopped. Anya? She was nearly pack royalty... her father was Beta to the recently deceased Pack Alpha. I stared at their entwined hands as I stepped forward, my chest hurting so much it felt like my heart was bleeding itself out of my body. "Cairh... what is going on?" My voice shook despite my resolve to remain strong.

Staria's POV Staria stared at Lord Ugarh , only her and him were alone in his chambers were he was receiving treatment. He was strapped to the bed, screaming in a voice not his own. "She’s coming!" he cried. "She walks!" Navid one of Staria assistants drew his blade. "We have to kill him." Before the others are present, that's Queen Amira Order's. Staria shook her head. "There’s another way. A weapon." He turned to her. "The Soul Blade? That’s a legend." "No," she whispered. "It’s real."

Lance yelled. “You are not our Alpha!” Asher yelled, stepping in the aisle. “Tell them I am the Alpha of all.” Lance demanded as he pulled Nora against him. “Renounce your title and give it to me.” Lance said, placing his hand around her throat, hsi wolf claws digging into her.

Lucille pushed me forward encouragingly. “She is the future Luna of the eclipse pack. Alison Walker mate of Drake Black.” My words fell silent. Lucille’s smiling complexion sliding from her face in an instance as she realised what I was saying. Even Estelle seemed to have gathered what I was talking about. “You can’t.” Lucille whispered in horror. “I have to. There is no other option.” “The Goddess would not ask this of you.” Lucille spoke with conviction.

Zane leaned against the cold marble just outside the throne room. The Crown Prince was inside with the King and Princess Vaani—while he, supposedly Yeonho, stood outside like a loyal dog. A loyal dog who did not trust the other mutt posted beside him. Kim Gguk. The boy with the stiff shoulders and side-eyes sharp enough to cut glass. Zane caught him glancing again and almost laughed. To anyone else, maybe he looked harmless. But Zane knew better. Because under that boyish face and docile act lurked Lorenzo Kim. The man who had practically danced over their corpses in another life.

He looked handsome, and the way he carried himself was like that of a noble. "Who knows," she shrugged. A knock came at the door. "Lord Lucas... I’m sorry for interrupting, but the warriors are waiting for you." "Lord Lucas?" Lylah frowned. "Lord... Lucas, the Beta of..." Her stomach churned—not with hunger this time, but with realization. "It took you long enough to realize that, little wolf," Lucas muttered. Lylah’s heart skipped a beat. "Oh shit... I’m screwed." •••••••

I ask "Someone or rather people.. They are after him and he needs the quiet before he can take over the Empire" "What is his name again?" "Lúis Antonio under the disguise of Evangelist Corey Phillips" • • •

The chair makes almost no sound against the stone floor as I push it back. “Thank you for the quiet, my lord.” He studies me for a long moment in the dim light, as if weighing something he has not yet decided whether to say aloud. “Kira.” “Yes, my lord?” “The next time you find yourself thinking of the stars, you may use the upper terrace. The one just outside these chambers. It is private at night. No one will disturb you there without cause.” The offer is larger than the simple words that carry it. I feel it settle in my chest beside the older, heavier things I have carried alone for years.

Leon looked down at the young man in the center with a laptop on his lap and had a white bandage on his forehead; "Who is this?" "Sir, Ethan Castro, we've identified the intruder the moment the alarm went on. Sol thought it was better to go with the intruder's plan and play with him as he trapped the spies in one place. He asked me to go check on Carl when no one was looking. I've been in constant communication with the young master since the gunshot accident, sir." "Who are you again?" Leon suspiciously asked. "Ethan Castro," He nervously added, "Also known as Death Star."