Star Wars Sovereign Protector Novels & Stories

Kael’s blue-hexadecimal fire was bleeding into the physical veins of the soldier’s respirator-scarred neck. "ELARA! DON'T LET THEM... MERGE US!" Code-Zane’s voice was a jagged, distorted cry that overlapped with the guttural, biological roar of the Original Zane. Then, the light snapped. In the center of the bay, the Sovereign-Amalgam stood. It was a nightmare of biological and digital engineering—a nine-foot-tall titan with the obsidian-scaled skin of the wolf and the hauntingly human eyes of the pack. It possessed four arms, two shimmering with the silver-static of the twins and two solid as the original’s tactical rigs. It held a single stick, carved from the same "World-Tree" wood as Rhy

I slid off its back and climbed aboard. Everyone was staring. "This is... the Progenitor," I said. "We know," Kai said, his hand on his weapon. "It's not going to hurt us." "How do you know?" I looked at the creature. Its gold eyes blinked. I will protect them, it said. I will protect her. She is my mother now. "He says he'll protect us," I said. Astra stepped forward. Her scarred hands were raised, ready to freeze. "He killed people."

He was surrounded by a dozen screens, all of them tracking our movements. "Beautiful," the man said, his voice smooth and devoid of emotion. "The resonance is perfect. The Heir is already at twenty percent integration." He turned around. He was old, his face a map of surgical scars and faded Syndicate tattoos. He looked at us not with fear, but with the adoration of an artist looking at a masterpiece. "I am the Custodian," he said. "And I have waited thirty years to see a Sovereign with a Shield. You are the perfect binary unit. The world has been chaotic for too long. It needs a mind that can see everything, and a hand that can strike anyone."

A man stepped out of the light. He didn't look like an alien. He looked like the Original Billionaire. He wore a suit of shifting, liquid carbon that mimicked the fashion of 1920s New York—pinstripes of starlight, a silk tie made of nebulae. His face was a mirror of Julian’s, but colder, devoid of the "Teacher’s influence." This was The Sovereign, the entity that had seeded the "Consensus Logic" across the galaxy a billion years ago.

Isang dambuhalang Wormhole ang bumukas sa harap nila. ​Mula sa wormhole, lumabas ang isang barkong kasinglaki ng isang buwan. Ito ang The Sovereign—ang flagship ng Precursor King. ​"Liam, hindi tayo makaka-warp!" sigaw ni Skye mula sa cockpit. "Ang Sovereign ay naglalabas ng isang Gravity Anchor. Nakakulong tayo!"

"If we don't reach the outflow in ninety seconds, we drown in the dark." They ran through the maze of concrete and steel, their footsteps echoing like heartbeats. As they reached the massive circular outflow that led to the Singapore Strait, a figure was waiting for them. It was The Protector. He stood in the shadows, his heavy ballistic armor dripping with water. He held a small, glowing device in his hand—the Syndicate Black-Box. "The boy is safe, Ma'am," the Protector said, his voice a gravelly rumble. Elena stopped, her heart leaping. "Where is he? Where is Leo?"

This was an invasion. Zero saw his chance. With the guards distracted by the new threat, he moved. He was a blur of motion, a shadow with blazing golden eyes. He didn’t go for the guards. He went for my father, scooping him up from the ground and darting toward a half-destroyed storage shed for cover. The handler’s gaze followed him, then returned to me. “The catalyst comes with us. The rest… are collateral.” The green-eyed creatures surged forward, meeting the Alpha’s guards in a brutal, silent clash. It was a nightmare. The guards fought with silver and tooth and claw, but the creatures didn’t scream, didn’t bleed red blood. They just kept coming, a relentless, silent tide of corruption.

All willing to be tested. I hadn’t come to be anyone’s Luna. But if this was the only way to get into Lucian’s inner circle—if this was the path to revenge—I’d take it. Even if it meant losing something of myself along the way. I walked up to the board, picked up the pen. Sera. Just that. No last name. No rank. Just me. The ink was barely dry when I heard a low voice behind me. “So the rogue joins the game.” Lucian.

"Will you now denounce your bond as her protector?" I looked at Maverick, prepared for him to walk away like everyone else. Instead, he stepped forward and lifted his chin. "I, Gamma Maverick, protector of ex-Luna Maggie of this pack, vow to follow my Luna for the rest of my life. Myow shall never be broken.”

"I am not going stand here and let you patronise me. I have already had enough for a lifetime. You will have your consignments by tomorrow." Turning around, I was already halfway across the room when his voice pulled me back. "Aurora." I looked over my shoulder. "How badly do you want to have your ass kicked?" I whirled around with a scowl and fixed him a look. Viktor shrugged a noncommittal shoulder. "Not exactly a cage fight, but I know someone who can give you a tough time. He is an ex-Navy SEAL and fights like nothing you have ever seen before. Interested?"