Star Wars Dark Side Ship Novels & Stories

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

DARK SIXTY EIGHT: RECALLING THE HISTORY Third person's POV: "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

The crescent moon shined alone in the lonely dark sky. Stars were hiding behind the clouds floating in the cool night. I was scared not because of what happened but because of what might happen after I reach home. The black screen of my dead phone stared at me as I tried to think about what I would say to my parents. It was late and no matter how much I tried to ask Damien to take me home it was useless. That's how I ended up sitting alone in the empty room that was next to the room in which I went the last time I was here.

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

She said, and I still felt terrible that I would put her through stress. I told my parents what Inkabod was about to do, and my mother was happy. "Let's make some darts and load them up with Promethazine and midazolam. Shoot that thing at them, and capture the bastard. They will attack with an army of twenty-five to thirty. They never go above that number. They are not as plenty as they seem hence why they operated in the shadows for a while. I am sure the three Stepanovs here, the warriors, and our darts would nullify them.

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.

When we reached the business center my eyes were locked on one ship. "Look Ashr, a Black Stellar Supernova Nuclear Fusion craft, an actual Phantom," I said practically climaxing by just saying the spacecraft name. It was a myth, a fabulous ship everyone talked about but had never seen and one was docked right in front of me. "Should we take it for a test flight?" I looked at Ashr like he had four heads.

Every step I took left a faint, scorched footprint on the metal deck. "He’s at the Vale," Isaac said, following me. "But he’s not alone. He’s leading the first wave of the Star-Eaters. He thinks he’s protecting the universe by erasing us. Rowan is on the command ship behind him, whispering in his ear." We reached the bridge. The main screen showed my home world, the beautiful green and blue planet I had fought so hard to protect. But now, it was surrounded by a swarm of black, insect-like ships. In the center was a massive throne ship, glowing with a sickly violet light.

" I turned the view from the earth and looked into the infinite, pitch-black void of all. There, radiated by the bright light of the sun, drove the relic. The sister ship of the echo of the stars. It was a steel Leviathan. At least five kilometers long, shaped like a aerodynamic arrowhead, crowned by three huge, annular Drive sections. The shell was of a matte, blunt grey, oversaturated with Hundreds of dead solar hedges, like the broken wings of a huge Bats in the room. There were no lights. No position lights, no glow in the engines. The ship was absolutely dead. And Silas was right: the starboard flank was torn up. Violent,

“Wait, Luca, did you find out what happened to the warriors I sent after that...” “Her mate?” Luca finished, sitting up slowly. “You mean that Vishal guy?” My jaw clenched in anger when he referred to him as Jane’s mate, but I let it slide. “Yes, that troublemaker. I haven’t gotten any reports back from my warriors.” “I have bad news for you,” Luca said grimly. “Vishal made it back to his pack, and your warriors were foolish enough to follow him onto their territory. The Moon Stone Pack warriors found them and killed them all.”