Star Wars New Order Novels & Stories

MICHAEL The world didn't stop spinning after we took out the organization's headquarters, even though it felt like it should have. Like everything in this should've paused for one second just to take stock of how huge what we'd accomplished was but that's the cruel thing about hidden wars, it stays silent. The Order works in covert but maintains world peace and we've come to terms with it. The bomb had destroyed uncle Killian's final stronghold, but the war was still far from over as there were other consequences to deal with.

Drake orders, oblivious to me being here on my own free will. “Amelia, stay the fuck away,” Jax orders sternly the total opposite, while now fixating his eyes on his enemy. Waiting to see when realisation will strike him. In this moment, I feel like I'm nothing else but a pawn in a war game, between two enemies.

Orion's jaw flexed, his fury silent but palpable. Vega swallowed hard and continued, "He's issued a kill order on you—and her—if either of you are seen in the North." Orion almost laughed, the sound dry and bitter. Of course. Seth was meant to return with reinforcements if Orion was gone for more than two hours during the negotiation, and he'd been gone for four. Everything made perfect sense now. "Why are you telling me this?" Orion growled, his voice laced with restrained rage as his body trembled on the verge of shifting.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

He greeted us with a nod, his eyes sharp and assessing. "I hear you've been causing quite a stir," he said, his voice steady. "The Order isn't pleased with your resistance. They're planning something big." I felt a chill run down my spine. "What do you know?" Alex glanced around, ensuring no unwanted ears were listening. "The Order is regrouping. They've aligned with other rogue factions, combining forces for an all-out assault on Silverwood Falls. They're bringing everything they've got." Nathanial's jaw tightened. "When?"

Wang Yuji's mumble ended his long confession. Previously, Wang Yuji said that if the Emperor's main goal in power was to create a New World Order, an ideal life form was taken from the Emperor's own point of view. Where, in the future the Emperor will build a giant wall in all countries on earth. After the project is successful, then humans are on the same level as pets that can be slaughtered at any time.

But the moonlight felt cold, distant, like a door slowly closing. Aiden’s voice rumbled from behind her. “Your brother… he’s slipping.” “I know,” she murmured. “And I don’t know how to save him.” “You may have to fight him,” Aiden said grimly. “I won’t fight my own blood,” Liora snapped. “Then prepare to bury him.” The New Order At dawn, a horn’s mournful blare shattered the Sanctuary’s uneasy peace. Scouts burst into the hall, their faces pale with fear.

Elderly hunched in the shade, eyes hollow. I stepped forward. "Gather around everyone!" Dozens of heads turned. Some knelt immediately. Others craned their necks to get a better look. "You've all waited long enough," I said. "Here she is—your new Luna. Blessed by the heavens. You should be proud. Unlike the former Luna, who stuck her nose in everything, this one brings actual power. No lectures. No nagging." The people murmured. "Thank the moon you're here," one man said. "That old Luna would've just told us to ration and how to boil the water again."

The true Order—not the fractured remnants that would one day rot into splintered sects—but the original covenant sworn beneath blood and moonlight—awakened. Led by the House of Draven, Sun Wolves of the old world, and witches whose bloodlines still remembered what magic was meant to cost, the Order gathered once more. Reports came from everywhere. Entire rogue packs kneeling to something unseen. Alphas losing authority overnight. Villages found emptied—no bodies, no blood, only silence. And one name whispered across territories like a curse. AURA. The weapon they had forged had grown beyond its chains. “He was created to end chaos,” one elder Alpha snarled during the conclave. “Not become it

Normally, the sight calmed me but tonight it didn’t. I sat behind the desk and replayed the conversation in the ICU again. The First Order. It was supposed to be gone, Destroyed twenty years ago. Hard copies burned, digital records erased, every trace removed. Only a few men had ever seen it, and most of those men were dead now. Moretti had been one of the last, now he was gone too. Which meant that somewhere, someone else knew the truth. I rubbed my thumb against the edge of the desk, thinking through the list of possible survivors. One name after another surfaced and disappeared. None of them made sense.