Star Wars Blood Novels & Stories

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

"It's only tapped by a unique bloodline in the star wars. It's a unique energy, neutralizes dark energy and reduces it to the barest minimum. The men have reached out to the bloodline and they have agreed to help us with one." He stated. I nodded, joy welling up in my spirit. My children are very close to coming back to me and that's what every mother wants or craves for. I lurched into his body, hugging him warmly. "Thank you!" I exclaimed. "Thank you so much!" "So all we need to do is get to soire first, and when we come back, we go get our children." I nodded. It sounded so easy, but I couldn't help but also think of the possibilities of things going south.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

On the security cameras, I saw the iron gate at my in-laws' place being forced open, and a group of burly men rushing in. "Which one of you is the Lincoln Enterprise heiress? Bring her out!" they shouted. Maeve had changed into a plain look, with no makeup and her sunglasses gone. When she saw the crowd, her smile vanished. She probably didn't expect me to get home so late. The leader grabbed her and said something I couldn't hear, and Maeve crouched down, shaking her head as if she was terrified. Because there was no audio, I couldn't tell what they were saying.

One step. Then it backhanded him. Darius hit the wall hard, the air knocked out of him, pain lancing up his spine. Above him, fire pits loomed. _You carry the First Blood. Your daughter carries the moon blood. Together, you will open the door._ “What door?” I gasped, scrambling back, but the stone under my hands wouldn’t let me move. _The door to my prison. The door to your world’s end._ It raised a clawed hand, and the air grew hot, smelling of cinders and old graves.

But before he could even take a step, the shadows at the edge of the tree line violently ruptured. A foul, twisted creature—a massive, rogue Blood-born that had somehow slipped through the western vanguard patrols—lunged out from the darkness. Its skin was a mottled, necrotic grey, its maw dripping with a black, corrosive saliva as it caught Solar entirely by surprise. The strike was blindingly fast. Solar spun, her golden jaws snapping shut in a desperate defense, but the creature’s jagged fangs sank deep into her front shoulder blade, tearing through the golden fur.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

The dagger was somewhat covered with blood already. She walked over to us, chanting some words. I still could not understand what was going on. The torches flickered, and a great wind blew into the cave. Fear gripped me, and I trembled while my brother laughed at me. Susana stopped chanting, and the wind and the torches stopped dancing. She spread her hands, which held the bowl towards me. I collected it with trembling hands and looked into it. It was blood! I was terrified. "Behold," I heard her say," The blood of the Quetet."

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.