Star Wars Blood Novels & Stories

Then slowly, she put her arms on the table, lowered her head into them, and let go of the breath she’d been holding since midnight. She did not cry. She hadn’t cried in five years and she wouldn't start now. That part of her had closed the same night everything else did, the same night she’d stood in front of a crowd of wolves who had known her since childhood and watched every single one of them decide what she was before she’d spoken a single word in her own defence. The Blood Moon Massacre. That was what they called it now like it was something that had simply happened rather than something that had been done.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

Sweet explain. “I want to see them.” Blood said. “Calm down first, you can’t be like that inside War is sleeping.” Sweet said. “Come here.” He said and walked towards the waiting chair outside the hospital. “This is because of me,” Blood said that made Sweet frown and looked at him. “What?” Sweet ask him.

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

“Let me finish him, Father.” “No,” the Blood Father said. “He is mine.” With a flick of his clawed hand, the heir was flung back into the shadows. John stepped away from Sarah, jaw clenched. “If this ends with blood, let’s spill it.” The Blood Father opened his arms. “So be it.” Outside the Hollow, Black Hollow burned. The sky bled red and black. Fires lit the horizon, and the wind carried screams. Saraphina and Callen fought back-to-back on the chapel steps, surrounded by villagers turning into beasts eyes black, mouths foaming with ancient rage.

the man stuttered out. Jared had his forearms folded on his chest as he leaned his back on the chair comfortably. His dark green eyes were not very friendly, just like any other days. "I saw you glaring at our table and decided to check out what you were talking about." He smirked as he looked at them one by one. They were so pale that he thought they might faint. "Turned out you were talking about the 27th Blood Star." "I-It's natural to talk about the Blood Star," their female friend defended, her voice was higher than the others and so she caught the attention of those who surrounded them, including the Seven Geniuses, Chloe and Jucel. They all went silent and turned to their place.

( I inquired In a scared tone and met nothing but silence) My hands were pinned to the wall and I could feel the eyes of a stranger staring at me. "Can you please speak up?" I copied back my words. The stranger tugged my hair behind my ears and left still not being able to alter a single word. "Weird" I felt and left In a hurry only to fall my eyes to a bloodstain message on the wall, which reads, "life is full of ups and downs and at the end, we all have to pay for the crimes we committed, I am coming for you brother, get ready".

"...I will use you." --- An alarm blared. Evelyn raised the Arclight gun and pulled the trigger. The silver bullet exploded, creating a blinding flash of light. Callen dodged quickly, his staff glowing. Two energy forces – holy blood and black blood – collided, exploding into a blinding white orb. Evelyn was thrown back, her back crashing into a glass pane. A container shattered, red blood spilling out like a living river. Callen stepped forward, his voice echoing through the room.

It was a cool night and the stars were shining brightly. Stanley wasn’t your average man. He was a vampire. He hadn’t always been a vampire but for the last hundred years, he was. Stanley had been following Iris because he knew she was a technician at a blood bank. He needed her credentials to enter the blood bank and to steal blood. Blood is what kept Stanley alive. Even though he was dead.

BLOOD REQUESTS ACCESS. “No,” Kazan growled. POWER REQUESTS ACCESS. “No.” BOND REQUESTS ACCESS. I squeezed his hand. “No.” The Star pulsed. THEN DEFINE ACCESS. Kazan looked at me. I nodded. Together we said it. “Choice.” The Star exploded. White fire shot across the void. The First Court screamed. Caelum shouted, “Again!” Kazan roared— “No blood may command the Black Star!” Words burned across its surface. NO BLOOD SHALL COMMAND ACCESS.