Star Wars Old Republic Jedi Shadow Novels & Stories

Moon POV "Unless the Admiral says you can kill him, you can't touch him." Shadow said to me, I was just looking at him. We are the only two here in the corridor, just after our class. He looked at me. "Why?" He asked with a sharp stare as I stared at him. "What's your relation to Dark?" I asked stopping him, Suddenly his aura changed, his eyes became cold and his palm bowed. "It's okay if you don't say." I said and smiled at him, I turned around so I could walk away from him when he spoke.

She ruffled the boy's hair as she stood up to check on the other people there. "Jacky you're here, the doctor just left awhile ago." Ilesha one of the workers said to her, "That's a pity, I would have love to talk to him about Sara Suarez's case, but never mind, I’ll call him later. So how're things going over here?" She asked the young black girl. "Things are going well, Kenya and Lisa are on the way to recuperation while Sara case is still on going. The lawyer came today and told me that Jesús has been arrested and they've been working on taking the case to the court.

The shadow was the Spirit Tool of the Celestial Abode. In modern terms, it would be something akin to an artificial intelligence robot. Though it was not a living being, it had a consciousness, which allowed him to converse with humans. The shadow looked at them once more and shook its head slightly while sighing, “It appears that Master must have set the designated time wrongly. Who the hell are these people? With how weak they are, how are they qualified to obtain his inheritance?”

“Not anymore. She is just another monster in the dark.” ​We sat there for a long time, holding each other in the ruins of the hallway. The bond was a living thing between us, a tether of light and shadow that made me feel more alive than I ever had in my life. I wasn't just a waitress. I wasn't just a servant. I was the Alpha’s Shadow, and I had a war to win. ​“We have to find them,” I said, pulling back to look into his eyes. “They have the rebels. They have the power of the shadows. And they won't stop until this palace is a tomb.”

I strained to hear their conversation, though a sudden hush had fallen over the room. “What do you want, Shadow?” Jake’s voice was cold. The apparent leader of the group, a tall man with dark gray hair and a jagged scar across his cheek stepped forward. Shadow’s eyes swept the room, a smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. “Now, Wilson, is that any way to greet an old friend?” His voice was cold and smooth, like ice over deep water. Jake’s jaw clenched visibly. “We ain’t friends, Shadow. Say your piece or get the fuck out.”

He chuckles. It feels good to hear him laugh, even if it is just slight. Because truth be told I could have, almost did die tonight and they almost captured my Beta. What they wanted with him I didn’t know, but it couldn’t have been good. “Garrison referred to Shadow as master, just like Twenty-Nine,” I said thinking about it. “I have heard the stories of how the Shadow Witch could control minds. Do you think he controlled Garrisons?” “He had marks on him just like Jonda.” Mike muses as we all walk back to the cars where the remaining warriors were waiting for us.

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*

That’s all it’s ever needed to be. The gunfire keeps going around me but it’s background noise at this point. It always is. We’re getting control of it. I can feel the shift. Then I see him. He’s standing off to the side, separate from the others, and he’s watching. Not fighting, not retreating — watching. There’s a scar running the length of his face, old and thick, and the moment our eyes meet something in my chest goes very still. Andreas. Not here himself, but close enough to make the point.