Star Wars Force Awaken Novels & Stories

"You're not fit to be my Luna." That's what my mate said before he rejected me for my own best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, I was sold off as a bride to the most ruthless Alpha alive. Asher hates weakness and I'm wolfless, the weakest omega he's ever seen. He should have sent me away. Instead, he trains me, fights for me, and claims me as his own. But the closer I get to him, the more my past comes back to haunt me; dreams of a palace I've never seen, a mother I never knew, a power I can't explain. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. And the truth about who I really am might just end the world and put the man I love in danger.

He kisses me on the temple with passion, squeezes me tight and I relax, rest assured that he means it because I know it’s true. AUTHORS NOTE - This is the End of Awakening but not the end of the Series. I do have more books related to this planned but this will be the last from Alora's story. Thank you all so much for sticking with it and see you in the next book xx

I lash out. This is one of the many times that I have regretted agreeing to work with this stupid society. They call themselves ‘The Witnesses’, and they are mostly females. They have deep connections to almost every government in the world, and they have agents in every country that you could think of. They are powerful, secretive, and deadly; the only reason I am even working with them is that I had no choice, and once you get sucked in, you don’t just walk out. After my wife and child died, I lost touch with myself and the world around me. My companies were going to rock bottom and I was losing money really fast. I made a lot of bad calls and mistakes. It was a really dark moment and it f

Framing his face, a wild mane of silvery hair cascaded down to his shoulders, each strand appearing to move with a life of its own. A surge of energy flowed through him, making him feel alive again. Slowly, his eyes opened. He was awake, and felt better than even. It was as if his body had been charging all this while and he was finally fully charged. All his wounds had healed and he felt reborn. Only his scars remained but they too faded away slowly before his eyes. Without knowing how, Adrian felt compelled to find Leo and he knew exactly where he would find him. He stood up, feeling stronger, and knew he had to end the man who had tormented him and Lily for so long and kept her away from

Chapter 107 Seven mortals and one immortal climbed up Costa Starry at 12 midnight. Five mortals and three immortals descended Costa starry at 5am in the morning. "Did we just save the world in the space of a night?", Isabella said, her legs swinging softly in Zack's arms. The ridiculous experience spurred Zack on to stop caring about what people would think with him and Isabella, meaning he was also allowed to stuff people with dog food.

As the recently chosen Protector, I knew I had to show power and unity, even though I had doubts inside. Just as I was about to call the meeting to order, Asher's team returned. They are half-carried, half-dragged a wild-eyed werewolf between them. “We caught him near the border,” Asher reported. “He keeps babbling about something called 'the awakening.'” The captured werewolf's eyes rolled wildly, focusing on nothing. “It comes,” he muttered, his voice raspy and strained. “The awakening… the old powers… returning…” Then he collapsed, unconscious.

Leila's Pov “Wake up.” “Liam?” I asked through the mind link. My mind still clouded with sleep. Opening my eyes, I discovered that it was still really dark. Xander was asleep beside me, his hand tightened on my waist like he could tell I was awake. “What's going on?” “Get Alpha Xander and come to the border. Amelia is here.” I shot up into a sitting position. “What?!” Xander woke up. “Leila…”

Waiting for something that may never come. My wolf should have come by now. Everyone said so. But she hadn’t. And maybe she never would. I closed my eyes. A single tear slid down my cheeks. Maybe I truly was Pathetic. But then I sensed the distinct smell again, it hit me like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. My knees wobbled, my hands went instinctively at my knee as my senses exploded. That scent—gods, it wrapped around me, inside me. It felt like coming alive. Like being seen and claimed.

Despair washed over me. I froze and looked at him. "Do you really have to kill me?" "I'm sorry," Thomas's eyes softened unexpectedly. "Killing you is the only way to save you… and to save more people. I have to clean up the mess I've caused." Before I could respond, I blacked out. When I woke, I was back at the abandoned factory. The stench of blood and decay filled the air. A pile of corpses lay before me, and I was tied to a bed, unable to move.

Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command. It started small—a flicker, a spark in the underbrush near the nearest scout. Panic sparked in his eyes as the fire licked toward him, hungry, alive. Another step, and a second burst ignited, precise, deliberate, a warning turned weapon. Serena realized with a cold, sharp thrill: she was no longer prey. She was predator. The moment came suddenly—a scout lunged, and instinct overtook thought. Her hands exploded with controlled fire, a wave that threw him backward, screaming. The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation.