Star Wars: The Clone Wars Rising Malevolence Novels & Stories

The air itself seemed to shiver, humming with an eerie static that raised the hairs on my neck and the Overhead lights flickered violently, some bursting in showers of sparks and a metallic whine reverberated through the estate’s bones. “Stand down!” one of Rashid’s men shouted and his voice cracking with panic and then the hallway filled with smoke parted—revealing her. K3. The clone of Melissa’s reflection twisted into something unrecognizable as she stepped into the room like she owned it, the dim light catching on her identical features, though colder, sharper and carved in cruelty and her lips curled in a smile that didn’t belong to Melissa, a smile that promised nothing but ruin. “You’

I tell him. “Have you decided what we’re going to do with the prisoners?” he asks. There are two of them. Sol, the warlock who was fighting against Avani, although he’s barely alive after Kenna burned him, and Banari, the hybrid who raped all the human females. “I’m going to let Avani decide what he wants to do with Sol. Once we get through tonight and say our final goodbye to Sena and Dion, I’m going to talk to the humans and see what they would like to see happen to him,” I say.

Out of the portal steps a figure cloaked in shadows, their presence exuding a palpable aura of malevolence. A cold chill runs down my spine as I recognize the sinister gleam in their eyes. It is none other than Malakai, the fallen angel who had long coveted the power of the Nexus for his own dark purposes. His cruel smirk sends a shiver through my being, and I know that our true battle is about to begin. “I see my little protégé has gathered quite the entourage,” Malakai hisses, his voice dripping with malice. “But it matters not. The power of the Nexus will soon be mine, and all shall bow before me.”