Star Wars Fanfiction Jedi Council Watching Cal Kestis Novels & Stories

Aklan Fuck! What good was going to come out of Cali replacing Xendith at Kaden university if he was going to get arrested? That still didn't help Kaia's case. “Can't you arrest him a little later?“ I asked Lord Kingsley. “You said you are a friend of our father, right? If our father were to still be alive, he would go out of his way for the sake of our mate so can't you do the same?“

Gayle manned the security room, her eyes glued to the surveillance screens. The council members emerged one by one, a procession of elderly to middle-aged men and a handful of women, each accompanied by their own guards. Their serious and intimidating demeanor was evident in their stoic and calculative expressions. Amidst the sea of stern faces, my attention was drawn to a middle-aged man with silver-white hair, a wrinkled face, and a noticeable scar. It was none other than Keith Caldwell. He strolled out with just one guard, and to make matters worse, it was only his assistant. Sporting a kind smile, he exchanged pleasantries with those he considered allies. Keith was the one we had our eye

I stood beside her, tense and alert, watching every shadow that flickered near the windows. “I hate this,” Calista whispered. “I feel so useless just sitting here.” “You’re not useless,” I said. “You're the Luna. Your strength gives others comfort.” I took a seat nearby where we could sit. There were sounds of fighting outside. Though they were distant, I could hear them due to my heightened hearing. I silently prayed for Luke, Jaxon and others to win this fight. I hope they are safe. I sat with Calista and we waited while having little discussion. Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong. Calista was telling me something, but I held up a hand.

They're coming. Kael's hand tightened around mine. I didn't look at him. I looked at the chamber. At the council members. At the witnesses. At the walls of a room that had just delivered justice and managed, in the same breath, to make me feel like something was only beginning. "Aria," Kael said quietly. I turned to him. His eyes — steady, present, already thinking through what came next. "I know," I said. I did know. Celeste was gone. But she'd made sure she didn't leave alone.

Astrid replied, “You saw a throne in your own head and mistook it for prophecy.” Calista’s eyes flashed, but two Primas pulled her up before she could say more. Astrid watched them take her, then swayed slightly. Keiran moved before I could call out. He reached her side and held her elbow. “I am fine,” Astrid muttered. “You are lying badly,” Keiran replied. “And you look like death with legs,” Astrid returned. Keiran’s mouth twitched despite everything. “Then stand still before death with legs has to carry you.” Astrid looked like she wanted to argue. She did not. The sight eased something in me, even in the ruin.

Lunaris always sounded different on days like this—tighter, like it was holding its breath. By the time we reached the Council Hall, the air felt charged, thick with authority and expectation. The building rose from the marble plaza like a crown turned upside down, all black stone and lunar glass, veins of moonlight running through it. Every step echoed too loudly. Every gaze lingered too long. They were all there—senior faculty in formal robes, Councilors ringed with sigils, rival Alphas cloaked in restrained power. And then there was Kaelen. He stood at the center dais as if he belonged there, composed and elegant, hands folded behind his back. When his eyes found me, something in his expr

Separation. I look at him. “No,” I say. The room goes still. Not quiet. Still. Kael doesn’t react with anger or surprise. He only studies me. “You are not trained for battle,” he says. “I am not asking to fight,” I answer. “I am not staying here while you go to face something that could change everything.” His jaw tenses. His eyes hold mine. The council watches like they are observing a negotiation that will determine something far bigger than travel plans.

Half the council seemed to support Wystan's position, while the other half vehemently opposed it. Accusations flew back and forth, and Kalaril, standing at the side, was irritated, his claws itching to sink into someone's throat. But when he glanced at Keegan, he found the Alpha's lips curled into an almost amused smile, as though he found the entire debate entertaining. "And who is this—" Keegan's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "—perfect replacement going to be?" Silence hung heavy for a time, then the proposing members glanced at Malkar.

"I just told you Jaris Dreadmoor is bad for us. But of course, you won't listen. You won't listen because you are obsessed with him! You think he is our best option! Oh, he will make us suffer!" I grabbed my phones and lifted myself, absolutely done with her. "I'll be on my way now." I nodded to the elders. "Thank you for arranging this meeting." And I was off, leaving Selestia seething with rage. "What do you think that was about?" Kael asked as soon as we got outside and started heading to the car. Nerion, who had been supervising the place, came to join us. "Don't know. Don't care. It's not news that Selestia can be crazy sometimes."

Kale snarled at Jet. As Jet moved towards him, I immediately stepped between them, shielding Kale from him which might have been a stupid decision on my part but in that moment I didn't care. "Jet, can't you see what you are turning into? You are becoming what the councils want you to be, what they trained you for when they abducted you, they almost took your home but you fought, I want you to do that now, for me" I begged staring into his eyes, it felt like looking into an empty space, no trace of any emotions in them.