Star Wars Fanfiction Godlike Anakin Novels & Stories

Good intentions. "Fine. Here's a fact about me. I'm the Moon Goddess, who is meant to be good, and perfect. I'm not sure what sick freak decided to mate me with a Sin – lust especially – but we aren't meant to be together," I tell him, all in one breath. "Does that bother you?" he asks gently, tone like silken smooth honey, running off my senses. I can feel it in the flutter of my heart and shivers up my spine.

“Made her mute. Kids are annoying and talk too much, I like the quiet. Change her name to Ahsoka Banks, wipe out the human’s family.” “Uhh..Ahsoka?” My anger flares at his questioning of me. “Got a problem with that?” “Nope….No…Star Wars is cool.” I roll my eyes at my brother, Jason. He is not as powerful as I am, but he has enough to help were needed. I didn’t choose it because of the stupid franchise. I chose it because it means hopeful in Sanskrit and that is what she is to me. My hope to raise my mother from the dead. I will raise her as my own while continuing my research. When she turns eighteen I will absorb her powers and bring my mother back. I will not let anger and hatred consume

Anakin glanced around, ensuring they were alone, before turning to Divine with a serious expression. Anakin looked around nervously, ensuring they were alone, before saying, "I'm going to show you a secret. It's about my identity." Divine nodded, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Anakin swore he saw a glint of delight in Divine's eyes, but it seemed strange. Divine's reaction was not what Anakin had expected. Instead of caution or skepticism, Divine seemed almost... eager. His eyes locked onto Anakin's, and he leaned forward slightly, as if he couldn't wait to hear what Anakin had to say.

“King, you have to hold him off.” “I—” I couldn’t finish. The words wouldn’t come out, only a guttural snarl. My voice was no longer my own. He was too close, its claws scraping at the edge of my mind, ready to take over. “I can’t… control it,” I growled, my hands shaking, the fur starting to bristle along my arms. My bones were stretching, realigning. The change was coming fast. Anakin’s expression shifted from fear to desperation. “You can’t give in, Xeros. Think about Cassie.”

If you’re a god, then act like it. He stepped toward Ansel, slow, casual. Like this was a game. She tensed immediately. I didn’t miss the way her hands curled into her dress, the way her back stiffened just slightly. Ronan stepped close to me. “You sure about this?” he whispered. I kept my eyes on Ansel. “He’s a god, isn’t he? Might as well be good for something.” My voice cracked on the last word. I didn’t care. I just wanted my babies. Goddess, please. I just wanted them safe.

It was best she not engage further she could feel the rage and control radiating off of him. Akenos stood there fuming. Why must his bastard brother have all the luck. Akenos was more powerful. His father à mother were true gods his half brother conceived from his father's trifling ways was not. He was less than. What is a God of the dark anyways?

First, we must survive. A flicker of memory moves through me. Anika, no more than a child, hiding bruises under ash and grime, her hands bloodied not from battle—but from servitude. Her tears tasted of betrayal, of loneliness, of forgotten birthright. Even then, I was there. Dormant. Waiting. Praying the moon goddess would one day call me forward. And she did. When Anika bled for the first time from battle—not fear. I remember the exact second our bond ignited like the stars collapsing into nova. I took form within her, divine and untamable, carved from shadow and moonlight, wings woven from forgotten lullabies of the divine realm.

“Then to put simply. I believe that you are someone that the gods will grow to fear. Because your power is constant. It is raw and it is dangerous. It can be used with them and for them…or against them.” Layla's mind was swirling and she couldn't control the onslaught of thoughts that assaulted her brain. She didn't know anything about her family. She didn't even question that Perse was here. She had just accepted everything. Now it all made sense. All of the weird things that her grandmother blathers on about. She wasn't sure what to feel or how to process what she was learning about herself.

I knew that because he’d spent the last forty-five minutes dropping anime character names into the conversation like it was a normal thing to do, constantly checking to see if I could follow the trail. The fact he knew exactly who I was, and more importantly, who my father was. It made him treat my presence here less like a mutual date and more like a hidden-camera prank. He just couldn't wrap his head around why a girl with my wealth and family name would be out in the wild, actively hunting for a suitor. “You look a little like Kugisaki from Jujutsu Kaisen,”he said, touching his glasses a little as he spoke. Here he goes again using those Anime phrases…