Star Wars Conquest Novels & Stories

"Woah... I slept for almost a thousand years? Is this still in Z-tur Stellar Space?" "Answering, yes, and master is currently in Marvon Base, which no longer exists. The base was destroyed in the Interstellar War IV between the Freelancers and the Federal Union. The base was rebuilt with a new name, Glaios." Leqaria scowled. "What the… Then, which side triumphs in the last war?" "History says that it was The Freelancer who won the war, but three hundred years later, the Federal Union got it back and has governed the base until now."

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

" I tried to gaslight my own mind. After all, he was very handsome. I bet he already has many women groveling over him. I don’t think a man with that status would waste his time for me. Marc started ranting like a father, stating advice that tingles my eardrums. He also explained the terms of our contract regarding the mission and said that I would only receive half of the reward. But our little chitty chat was interrupted as we all noticed someone’s, no, a few people's presence nearby. "Duck!" Marc’s panicking voice lingered in my ears. "What the!" The rain of bullets interrupted the word I was about to say. "Oh damn it, my garden!" I screamed in annoyance, then pointed my gun, trying to fi

she replied softly. Jes was silent for a moment, scooped up as much oxygen as possible to get back to neutralizing the heartbeat that had been irregular. You can still imagine the many weapons that Adam carried and you can still see the symbol of the gun and the rose on the back of the car. "Is Adam a mobster?" Asked Jes. Still silent, staring back at Jes without blinking. But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze.

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

“You must journey through the Shift Tower and face the challenges that lie within. But be warned, the cost of entering the realm of the Mevara is steep. You must give up a part of yourself.” Russe and Reina exchanged a nervous glance. “What kind of part?” Russe asked. The Keeper smiled wickedly. . “It could be anything. Anything that makes you who you are.” Reina’s grip on her dagger tightened once again. “We won’t let you take anything from us,” she growled.

In his name, vast armies were transported across the galaxy on gigantic ships capable of interstellar navigation. All other races, nations, and kingdoms that Ragnar heard of were enemies of the emperor and of mankind. And he will do everything to destroy his father's authority and destroy his kingdom. Violent wars were fought across the galaxy between the Emperor's legions and enemy legions, many involving wolves. He saw Russ coming to Fenris and the father looking for his lost son. Hesav Russ assembles a warrior honor guard and calls them the Space Wolf. He also knew that each father had many powerful sons called Primarchs. He learned that these transcripts sharing a key gene were collectiv

But to think that the two swords of the generals are slain like that, just who the hell are those guys that did that? “Clad, that guy who is the last descendant of the Higgens. Clad Volmar. Connor’s grandson, I knew that one day he would be back to get his revenge, which is why I told you to take his life as soon as possible. This is the result of you neglecting your job! Are you aware of the sin you have committed? ” Slamming the table, Allan was mad. He is so mad that his head is a shade of red. But the two generals remain calm as he turns his anger toward them.

But the pair were unmoved, dragging the struggling men to a waiting vehicle. They were taken to a foreboding shed on a neglected rural property. Inside, harsh overhead lights illuminated the windowless space. The two men were shoved to their knees before a figure reclining on a leather sofa sipping coffee. It was Harrison. His normally charming demeanor was replaced by cold command. "You were told to leave her alone," he said, voice soft but resonating with authority. "Yet here we are." He stood languidly, removing his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves as he approached.

He gave me a ridiculously suggestive smirk. I recoiled, making a face. “Ugh! Never mind! I shouldn’t have asked.” I tossed his phone back to him. Peter chuckled, grabbing his phone and finally looking around the store. His gaze landed on a display of sleek modern watches. “Hey, what about that?” he said, pointing. “I think I saw something about those. They come as a set right? You can connect your phones to them too, track each other’s… you know. It’s kinda… connected. Meaningful maybe? Especially since your man is so possessive. I bet he’d love this.”