Star War Lord Novels & Stories

“And you’re standing right next to him, although he’s not fully with us yet.” “What? How does that make any sense?” Natasha whispered, puzzled. Liam, however, comprehended what the man meant, recognizing him as one of the many who had been shadowing him for ages. Ignoring Natasha, the man bowed before Liam. “My name is Alpha Dominic, Leader of the Stars and Pack, and a staunch believer in your imminent return, My King.”

The subordinate straightened his body and bowed respectfully toward the north three times in succession, his expression exceedingly deferential. Then he turned to look at Alexander, chest out, head held high, exuding an air of dominance. "When you hear this, it might scare you to death. In Wyverna, there is Lord of War, who stands on equal footing with the ruler of Wyverna, commanding countless strong warriors and a million soldiers!" "No one knows his real name. Ordinary people only know his title, the Lord of the Temple of War, which terrifies the whole world. He is Larry's backing!"

Yep, he’s exactly like Luke and for sure a Beta, no doubt. “Brandon, go talk to Fin and have him get all of our warriors ready. If they realize she’s here we may have a fight on our hands.” The voice is firm but sexy as hell and I am positive that if Leia were not ignoring me at the moment she would be panting. The Beta who I now know to be Brandon winks and smiles at me and gives someone outside the door a comical one fingered salute while making a clicking noise with his tongue before strolling back down the hallway.

"Your Majesty... It's inappropriate for a slave to give punishments to the lords..." Lord Sirius says. This man can't keep his mouth closed to save his life. "What is even more inappropriate, Lord Sirius is the blatant disrespect for my orders that you showed. And because of it, because you seem to not care about respecting the rules, the rules won't be applied to you. The slave will decide." Loras responds and his voice leaves no room for arguing. Lord Sirius looks at Astrid with a mixture of fear and disgust and she realizes that no matter what she wears or what she'll become, in his eyes, she will always be below him.

Declan pulled her up into his arms, holding her tightly “What happened?” he asked quietly. Layana’s heart was still thumping “I… I know who The Dark Lord is… and the reason he is so adamant to take control of Ehlesaar.” She said quietly sitting up. Kayden frowned as both men exchanged looks. Layana looked between them as a sharp wind blew

Ivanka calmed her daughter. Jayden is like dead fleas. There were some languages ​​he didn't understand, but his feelings told him, that these two women were troubled and ready to have a big fight. Jayden looked at Ivanka who walked away from the stand and followed by the woman. Both of them looked equally annoyed. "Nara, who is that woman?" Ask Jayden. "Just a lowly dedemit." Answered Nara while grumbling. " Dedemit, what is it?" Nara looked at Jayden. Just remembered that Jayden is not a local. Certainly, many languages ​​are not understood by him. Jayden understood little of their language, even after she and her mother had taught Jayden several times.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

he looked over at her and saw her just looking at her sandwich. "Listen, Oliver. That letter contained more information about me than anyone knows. More than the police. More than the orphanage. Even more than Mr. Sween. That information is extremely private and you shouldn't share it with anyone. With that being said, I would like to not talk about it. It's a hard topic." Oliver was taken aback by her tone but nodded and kept eating. He remembered the tear stains on the letter and figured he shouldn't have brought it up.

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

"The warlord. I'm looking for him." He stared for a second, then burst out laughing again. "You really are drunk, aren't you? How many bottles did you steal from the cellars?" My throat tightened. "What do you mean?" "Darius Venn's been dead for centuries," he said, still smiling. "You only hear stories about him now. They teach his tyranny in schools. You must be new here if you don't know that." His words slammed into me, dull and heavy. "Dead?" I repeated. "He just—he just killed me moments ago."