Star Wars: The Old Republic Novels & Stories

The night was quiet, but Nia could feel the weight of their decisions pressing down on her, each step forward pulling them deeper into the heart of the rebellion, and closer to the final confrontation with the empire. --- The outpost was a small camp tucked away in the dense forest, its fires flickering softly in the distance. Nia could hear the low murmur of voices as they approached, a sign that the rebellion was active and prepared to fight. They were met by a few familiar faces—rebels they had crossed paths with before, those who had fought in small skirmishes against the empire, though their numbers were few. But as Nia stepped into the clearing, her heart swelled with a cautious optimi

Greg asked. “As you guessed, this is not your birthplace.” The being in front of him said. “Actually, not even this is real. It is an image that we placed there so you could understand how close our planets are alike. Everything you see here is a way for you to understand.” “So you are what exactly?” Greg asked as he looked around, and he was trying to take everything in that was there. The room was something that he had never seen before. The silence was there as well. It was ultra-silent in a way that almost made his ears ring. Though he was trying to figure out where he was, really. He had to assume he was somewhere other than his dreams. Dreams didn’t feel like this. This was real someho

she replied softly. Jes was silent for a moment, scooped up as much oxygen as possible to get back to neutralizing the heartbeat that had been irregular. You can still imagine the many weapons that Adam carried and you can still see the symbol of the gun and the rose on the back of the car. "Is Adam a mobster?" Asked Jes. Still silent, staring back at Jes without blinking. But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze.

He was a vampire elder who was over a thousand year. "She has to leave," another elder who's name was Marcus said. He was older than the three vampire elders Ington had.Ington is the name of their town. "You have no say in this," Vador said attacking Marcus with a rod. "Get off me," Marcus groaned his hands healing from the cut Vador gave him."How old are you. 200?" "I'm over 200 years," Vador spat. "Calm yourself Vador," Aleister shouted nodding at Vador literally telling him everything was going to be fine.

For a scrawny old man, he sure was fast. “You don’t believe in fortunes?”, he asked , with a mocking tone in her voice. “ I don’t believe any being can tell another’s fortune, we are the makers of our fates.” She said indignantly. “In that case, prove me wrong” The old man threw the cloth that revealed something that looked like a star chart, but I didn’t recognise any of the constellations. And I was pretty sure star charts didn’t move. This one was almost alive, making a low humming sound as the man placed his hand on it and told Míriel to do the same.

"I'll be able to see Adolph," I smiled as I watched the kids move around happily. THE END OF THE ALPHA'S REVENGE. Thank you all.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

"You'll strain your shoulder. It won't be any fun getting injured before the main war." He stepped closer. Slow. Unhurried. The same way he'd moved through the dark room. The same way he'd caught Skylark's wrist mid-swing and set it down like something he'd found on the floor. He wasn't watching me the way Romano watched people. He wasn't calculating. He was just looking. Patient. Like he'd already seen how this ended and was only waiting for the rest of us to catch up. He reached into his jacket. I flinched. I couldn't help it. My whole body went tight under Jack's, braced for something I couldn't name.

she asked Kaelen, her grip on the Phase-Blade finally loosening. ​"No," Kaelen said, looking toward the distant, glowing heart of the Milky Way. "The Republic of the Sun is a 'Network,' Lyra. Not an 'Empire.' We don't stay to rule. We stay to ensure the roots are deep. After that... the garden is yours." ​The Eternal Frequency ​As the ship prepared for the "Null-Fold" jump back to the Tri-Galactic hub, Kaelen felt a final pulse in his "Archive of Whispers."