Star Wars New Order Novels & Stories

Zara took advantage of the situation and delivered a powerful strike that knocked them to the ground. With strained breath, she pushed the dagger to their throat. She demanded to know who you were. "What are you looking for?" Even as blood dripped from the corner of their mouth, the figure gave a feeble laugh. You're not understanding, are you? You are not the owner of the Nexus. The Order owns it. They'll come for it, too. The stranger pressed a little device in their hand and disappeared in a puff of smoke before Zara could ask any more questions.

"Anyone else want to test my loyalty?" No one spoke. Xander stepped beside me. "This is the new order. Those who swear, thrive. Those who doubt, fall." The crowd parted. Fear. Respect. Awe. He leaned close, just enough for only me to hear. "You were always meant for war, Reya. Now you’re mine to unleash." I didn’t flinch. "Then point me at your enemies." He lifted my arm, blood still dripping. "Behold. My weapon."

Instead, he turned to me. “You caught him first,” he said smoothly. “What do you suggest?” I met his gaze, my voice steady. “Everything he owns should be absorbed into the Order’s property. And as for him… a slow, torturous death should suffice.” For a moment, silence. Then a few approving murmurs. Mr. Everhart’s mask tilted slightly, a trace of pride in his tone. “Perfect,” he said. Since that day, the Order’s security became impenetrable. New scanners were installed at every entrance, high-tech sensors that could detect even the faintest trace of a signal, wire, or micro-lens.

I declared. “I gave the order!” a voice ran across the room.

“Let me go! How dare you lay your hands on me without my permission?” Avery shouted angrily. James scoffed with his annoyingly smug face. “Right now, you are not the Luna of this pack anymore,” he declared. He stood up and looked ate Avery with his piercing eyes. “You are bound for torture to spill those who are on your side!” he declared. “We can’t let a traitor run around here. Who knows what you might do next? You might aim for my neck if I allow you to run loose.”

"After we win this battle, I want us to take a real break. No wars, no politics, no threats. Just us building the life we planned." "I want that too. So much." "Then let's make it happen. Let's survive this and finally get our happy ending." We hold each other as stars appear in the darkening sky, stealing what might be our last peaceful moment before chaos descends again. --- The next morning, I ride to The Order's camp under a white flag of truce. Amos wanted to come, but I insisted he stay behind—if this is a trap, the nation needs their Luna King. Twenty Order warriors escort me to their command tent. Inside, I finally meet The Grandfather.

And that would be enough – for now. As Damon stood, soaked and shaking, thunder cracked the sky and from the far end of the horizon, the black insignia of the Order’s jet appeared overhead. The war was not over. Not yet. Not without her.

He made his way to the whiteboard in the meeting room and began reading through their notes and plans with his hands clasped behind his back. He skimmed through the content at high speed and rapidly memorized the mission and the opposing organization’s rank. He could picture a rough outline in his mind. It was not too far from what he had estimated. The organization that held their scientists captive was the Order of the Reverence, a branch of the Order of the Solar Temple. It seemed that he was destined to be connected to the Order of the Solar Temple. Meanwhile, they had finally recovered from their surprise. By the time they looked toward Zayn once again, they had already lost their prior

"We already know who the real enemy is." Andhara handed Stella a small scroll, her face serious. "This information is important. The Black Order is preparing something outside the eastern region. They're working with a highly trained military group. They're starting to make new weapons, made from wolfsbane that have been modified to be more deadly. It's not just about werewolves, Stella. It's about total domination." Stella accepted the scroll and kept it under her cloak. "Then, what are you going to do?"

“Because the Order will move on to the other packs. They will come for you next. You believe you can be neutral, but there is no such thing as neutrality in war.” She smirked. “A strategist. How interesting.” Selene’s voice was cool. “Midnight Claws prioritize survival above everything else. To go to order is a death sentence. The woman leaned in and propped her chin on her hand. “Perhaps. But power is also survival. And the Order offers power.” My hands clenched into fists. “The Order offers control. You won’t be free. None of us will.”