Star Wars Monsters Novels & Stories

“I think it’s something more. Something worse.” Kristen didn’t move. She let the silence linger before speaking. “What if it’s about control?” she whispered. “What if he doesn’t just want to destroy you… but everything you’ve built? Every person. Every inch of power. What if he wants to replace you completely?” Carlo didn’t answer. He sat there, staring into the monitors as if Marcus would show up if he turned. After a long pause, Carlo stood up. “We need to take the fight to him.”

His gaze drifted past Elena…past Damon…and even past Draco. And even though his voice was barely more than a rasp, the words came with crystal clarity. “They’re…coming…Monsters.”

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Almost blinding me. ‘Alpha… they’re coming.’ Kelan’s voice slices through the mind link. He’s perched on the ridge above, other scouts at his side. Luke lifts a fist and halts the others. ‘Are they morphed?’ I ask, scanning the black around me. Shapes lurk. Predators hiding in the storm. ‘Not morphed, Alpha.’ Good. ‘We wait,’ I command. And then I hear Simon, stepping into the rain with his warriors. Lightning burns the sky and his face is carved in white light. Hate radiates from him, thick as the storm.

There's no fear in him, and it's like provoking her more. Her breath becomes heavier, and soon enough, a shill holder dominates the whole realm. All village, all kingdoms, heard her cry of agony. Audra looks at Donovan once again, before they all disappear in a heavy mist of ice and fire. "In this realm, we are the so-called monsters. But now, I pity you, for the real one has just been awakened."

(Jax’s POV) Lucian had finally gone too far. Undead. On my base. The stench of swamp rot followed Marie wherever she slithered, and now every hunter had that look, fear disguised as discipline. Wolves, we understood. Monsters we could shoot. But this? This was blasphemy wearing a woman’s half-beautiful face. I marched beside Lucian while he ranted about power and kings and destiny. “You brought her here,” I snapped. “You brought them here. Hunters hunt monsters, we don’t bed them.”

Different instincts, Same hunger. Then, softer now, he said, “There’s more at stake here than politics and bloodlines, Leonidas. Something older is stirring. The Fae have gone silent. The witches are... watching. Our enemies multiply in corners neither of us can see.” “So you want a leash around the storm,” I said under my breath. “No.” He shook his head once, deliberate. “I want to point it at the right enemy.” I stood. My height towering over everyone in the room.

I tighten my grip on David and ask, "Your proclamation—what's the big picture? Where do you see this going? I'm curious, Alpha Nicodra. Do you have any specific ideas regarding how exactly you're going to resurrect our culture?" He lifts his glass to me and says, "I'm happy to hear your interest. My ideas are truly rooted in our conformity to a way of life that was simply not built on the beings we are. Frankly, Brigette, we are not human. In all honesty, we're monsters—at least to them, at least in our physiology." "Monsters," I repeat, tasting the word on my tongue.

They didn't have lower jaws; their faces split open from the throat up, revealing multiple rows of needle-like teeth that dripped with a clear, acidic saliva that hissed as it touched the iron rails. The New Breed monsters didn't target Kaden or the enforcers. They threw themselves into the crowd of fleeing refugees, their long, spider like limbs skewering the older wolves and dragging them into the dark track beds with a terrifying, efficient silence. Elias let out a sharp, breathless gasp from behind Laila, his hands flying to his temples as his silver eyes began to spin with a frantic, erratic light. He told Laila that the frequency was too loud. He said the monsters weren't hunting; they