Star Wars Conquest Novels & Stories

Cami the new momma of a beautiful young girl smiled at her. "Just out of curiosity, are you ever gonna tell Gabi who her real mother is?" Theo asked "When the time is right, she is the heir to the Turmans Empire after all" she smiled "That's good" Leo nodded. Stephanie walked in with her buldging stomach, and here she was saying she didn't want to be a mom. "Sorry I'm late, where's my goddaughter" she rushed towards Summer. "You can't have all my kids as your godchildren Stephanie" Summer laughed.

Robin replied getting very curious about what was so special about this The Conquest List. "The Conquest List is a game Evans, Joe, Miller and I play every six months. We tabulate the number of girls we have slept with in the last six months and the person with the highest number gets to win whatever he wants. We also bet on girls and how long it would take to bed them." "What? You're so disgusting. How could you be playing such a disgusting game? Who owns this avatar called AXY?" Robin frowned, feeling sick after hearing what he said.

“And because of that, I offered for him to stay here, although the only area that’s open is this one… and since this area is sort of larger in size, I used to be thinking that perhaps you may share a space with him?” It’s true that Krist hates individuals and would much rather slams his face in a pile of bricks that mingle with humans, he isn’t fully heartless. The last part was aforesaid by Harvey more in the kind of a question instead of a statement since he was so nervous, because he doesn’t know him enough to speak concerning such a big decision. He went fully silent afterwards. For Kirst, he understands that with the way circumstances were, this is the best choice for this orphan boy he

Jax roars with all his power, draining all colour from his enemies face. “My daughter was right. You’re going to make all of us kneel to you. You threaten, you use us, and you break your words. But you forget one thing….” He falls silent and turns to the crowd. “Your so-called future Luna, can’t even be your Luna. She’s already married. We all know it’s a sacred bond that can’t be simply diminished. They’re trying to fool all of us. This woman,” he aims his finger at me, “is already married.”

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

"But for the sake of our childhood friendship, we won't execute you for stealing the power. Sarah is kind." He paused, as if offering me the world. "We will marry Sarah. She will be the Luna. As for you..." He glanced at me with utter contempt. "You can be a mistress. Or better yet, just a breeder." Watching them protect the woman while trampling on my dignity, I just found it funny. I reached up and unclasped the necklace made of ancestral wolf fangs—the symbol of the Luna's status. I threw it at their feet. It landed with a crisp clatter.

The system said the world that I abandoned was about to collapse. It hoped I could go back and take a look. I no longer remembered what had happened in the other world. But the system pleaded with me and offered me generous rewards. I nodded and agreed. I only made one request. I wanted to take Margot with me. The system agreed. In the blink of an eye, we arrived in the other world. Margot and I stood in front of the same tree stump I had seen before I left.

Warriors reached for weapons they had set aside for dancing. My breath caught. “What is happening?” Danger, my wolf answered at once, no hesitation now. Not memory. Not vision. Real danger. The gates exploded inward. Armored soldiers stormed through in brutal formation, shields marked with a blazing star sigil carved across the steel. The Star Pack. I knew that mark from whispered warnings and old stories. Second most powerful. Known for leaving no survivors when they made a statement. For a moment my mind refused to understand why they were here.

Quitanus:very well I shall provide three hundred thousand men and my fleet shall be commanded by my commander roger Javier:That means I shall provide the remaining two hundred thousand men and my fleet shall be led by my second son Brian Oranus:very well since we have picked our commanders to lead our troops let's pick the over all commander of the entire troops Javier:I suggest my son Brian for this position am pretty sure he won't fail in this mission Quitanus:yeah right give an important mission to an eighteen year old kid,I suggest Kris he is an excellent commander and he has won multiple wars during his tenure (looks at Javier sternly) Oranus:(looks at them nervously)look let's take thi

And they were ready. A few hours later, Orion was on board, for real, this time, and was calculating warp coordinates. Quinn was stuffing himself with food, in preparation for the next battle. Willow walked into the room, rubbing his eyes. “Ohayo.”, he said without thinking. Quinn looked at him funny. “We’re not in Japan, weeb.” Willow ignored the remark and went to the fridge, taking out a Sprite bottle. The gulped down half of the table at once and sighed in satisfaction. “What are you doing?”, he asked, walking over to Orion who was clicking away at a keyboard. “I’m planning for tomorrow’s jump, we’re attacking him tomorrow, full scale.” Willow paused, mouth to bottle. “Tomorrow, huh?”, h