Star Wars Dark Side Ship の小説・ストーリー

"There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again." Lucas stared at me in stunned silence. Pain and regret welled in his eyes as a faint glint of tears formed in the corners. But in the end, he said nothing. I quietly closed the box. Then, I turned and walked away. … After returning to our home country, Lucas was convicted of intentional assault and sentenced. All the stars he had once named were revoked from official records, except one. It was the star he named "LAW" the year he proposed.

the dark lord scoffed, “these cowards never cease to amaze me.” “It seems lady Sabrina here is his fated mate and he only realized that after selling her off,” Lincoln added. The dark lord turned to me. “In such a short period of time, you have become quite interesting. And since all of this is revolving around you, I will put you to good use. Come to my office by noon. I have a little task for you. Something that will determine if your mate is a wise or foolish man.”

When I finally caught sight of a large piece of canvas covering what looked like a vehicle, I rushed to it, quickly pulling it off. My face paled at the sight. A group of not less than twenty werewolves sat, shoulders humped in the back of a jail wagon. This time women and children had been included. They shivered in pain at intervals from the silver cuffs that were clasped around their hands and feet; which was designed to weaken them.

he said. “This is the only way. Please just trust me. I can control it,” she replied. He nodded, resigning himself to the fact that this was going to happen. “The override code to unshackle me is 711913 and I’ve reprogrammed the retinal sensor to recognize your eye too,” he reminded her.

Prometheus struggled to get out but the portal was fast closing, pulling him deeper inside until it closed shut. The other bigger Darkforce portal had died out and no more dark souls were in sight. "That won't hold him for long," came Diana with a grim look, "he was able to get out of the Darkforce. There's no telling he won't get out of this dimension either." They watched the aircraft descend and up close, it resembled a jet and just above its aerosol was the name, Osiris emblazoned in white which made it contrast with the ebony detail of the rest of the aircraft.

“Gee...what a pity you're gonna have to return it all.“ The smile on Madam Rosanna's face vanished. “Again? Come on, you need to stop wasting opportunities. Those men out there are willing to pay whatever just for a night. One night, that's all they ask.“ Madam Rosanna was a 42-years old but younger-looking woman who ran El-sol. She was Spanish, red-haired, and a beauty. “I'm sorry, Madam Rosanna. But I'd rather shack-up with an imbecile than pleasure any of those men out there.“ Stacie was changed into her casual clothes and ready to leave. Madam Rosanna held her hand in an angry grip. “What's your problem, Stacie? You're a stripper. Whatever dignity you're trying to protect doesn't exist.

Her expression hardens as she whispers into the darkness, “We will see who is stronger. Us… or the darkness.” Outside, the storm rages on, the wind howling like the spirits of the past, as Wilson prepares to face an adversary that threatens not just his life, but the very existence of the world he has sworn to protect.

Said Dina walking back and forth around her desk, she could not overhear the conversation of the two people because the room was soundproof. *** "What do you want." Shouted Miska when the door was closed. "Calm down, you're impatient." Said the man walking towards the sofa. "I want the black box that your brother has." “Black box? What do you mean? I do not understand." Asked Miska with a confused face. "You just have to find the black box and give it to me, if you don't get it then you will pay for it." “What kind of black box do you mean, only black box? In this world there are so many black boxes, how can I know what box you want. "

But as she gripped Killian’s hand, she felt a heat that no shadow could touch. As the ship lifted off, heading toward the heart of the darkness, a loud, bone-chilling roar ripped through the sky. Suddenly, the gunship’s electronics flashed. The engines sputtered. “We're losing power!” Leo shouted. “The shadow is reaching for us!” Faith stood up and walked to the open bay door of the ship. The wind whipped her hair, and the black smoke was stirring right below them. “He’s not reaching for the ship,” Faith said, her voice calm as a tomb. “He’s reaching for me.”