Star Wars: The Cold War Novels & Stories

Something that connected to the man behind the title… The Cold CEO. And whatever vow he had broken.

**FLASHBACK** Leia POV I was finishing the final touches of my look. I curled my blonde hair but pinned it back on both sides, blue jeans and a black tank top. I wasn't overly flashy and this was a human party that I decided to go to. "Leia, we really shouldn't go. We have been warned to stay inside the lands." Una nagged. "It is just for a couple hours Una, we will make an appearance and then come back home. I promise." I replied. "Just know that I do not agree with this." Una said before pushing herself to the back of my mind. I know she means well and I should probably listen but I am due for a good time. My best friend is a luna of a pack now, I've been a little sad, I really miss her.

“Vader Darth, as in-” “Yeah, as in Darth Vader.” I answer. “The twins biological father was a huge fan of star wars. He actually knew a lot of cool stuff about movies, props and special effects. The only problem with him was he was a mean drunk with a wild streak that couldn't stay out of trouble. Anyways, she named him Vader Darth for Star Wars. Valentina was named after his latina grandmother and Marie just sounded pretty, I guess.”

She says defensively. "No need to get defensive, I share your love for food too" I say smiling. I can't believe we're talking and laughing after opening up so much about the past. "I told you they'd never leave you." Snow says. "When do I get to see Shadow?" "Soon Darling, soon." I tell her and she seems convinced because she goes silent. "Before you go, what will we do about the threat?" I ask Esmy who had started getting up. "If it's war they want, then it's war they'll get." She says seriously.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

"That was only because I was willing to uplift you. Without my blessing, you are less than stray dogs." "Worthy of me? You?" I stopped in front of them, using the tip of my boot to lift Alexander's chin, staring into his trembling pupils. "Look around you." They strained to move their eyes. To their shock, they realized that the massive plaza was filled with thousands of powerful wolf warriors. And among them, half were members of the Silver Moon Pack! "Beta Mark?" Alexander gasped, seeing his former subordinate standing in the front row, wearing armor made of enchanted ice.

We roared back at him, elongating our fangs, with arms raised in solidarity. “We begin now. Warriors, take to your stations. Veterans will begin on weapons with Delta Norrik. The team will start the drills in wolf form with Reed and me, while the Starlight squad will go to the sparring grounds first with Ms. Swan. Let’s train as if our pack depends on it. Because, in all seriousness, it very well could.” everyone gave out one last howl together before dispersing to our stations. Before I headed off with the Starlight squad, though, I needed to tighten up one loose end. I found Theron standing with Alpha Zane and Reed when I approached, giving them a slight bow in respect to the leaders. I’m

Edward's POV Cold. That was first. Not pain. Cold. Starting at the edges of things and moving inward with the patience of something that knows it will get there eventually. The sky. Too bright. I tried to hold it in my sight and couldn’t. Sound arrived in the wrong order—a voice, then none, then two at once, then nothing, then hers. Hers stayed. Her hand was still in mine. I confirmed that before anything else. Warm. Still there. The warmth of it the only fixed point in everything else moving in and out.

Below, Delta-7 Squad moved in perfect silence six members, fully armed, led by Evelyn Cross. She raised a hand, her voice steady through the comms: “Maintain formation. The energy source was traced to Factory Nine. No one acts without my command.” A familiar voice Adrian Wolfe came through with his usual dry humor: “Roger that, Commander. Let’s just hope we don’t bump into another ‘living legend’ tonight.” Evelyn ignored him. She knew Adrian was only trying to lighten the tension, but the air around them was too heavy, too still. The city in the distance was shrouded in red mist, and here here was silence so deep it pressed against the bones.

Ethan said. “You gave me everything.” Luca straightened, his expression shifting back into the cold, controlled face of the Don. “Now help me take back what’s mine.” The candles in the living room kept burning, fighting the dark with soft light. But in the study, lit only by computer glow, two men prepared for war. And Luca’s birthday wish—for just a little more time—faded like smoke.