Star Wars The Old Republic Sith Warrior Novels & Stories

He added more strikes and I blocked them all, before I pushed him backwards. “Guess what, Silas? This place is just the same as outside there. I have fought the same wars you have fought. I have killed the beast and handled the witches' orb too. Now, you are my last foe that I must get rid of. We may be equal in strength, but we are not equal in restraint. I will get rid of you too and you will never rise up again. Just look at what happened to your arm. Now is the time that you will die.” He said as he rushed at me again, wielding his sword towards me. I doged him quick enough and he almost fell to the ground.

“I chose Ivyanka not because she’s my wife or Luna. I chose her because she’s worth it, and she has proven it over and over again. She’s pregnant with my pup, she almost died due to a vampire bite and yet here she is, standing strong and ready to give her all. While Ivyanka won’t be able to fight in the war because her pregnancy won’t allow her to shift, she will still be here for the training. If anyone has a problem with my decision, feel free to raise your hand without any fear…” “Before you guys decide…” I said. “Just know that I have no intention of ever dominating over you, I never had and I never will. I always wanted to work as a team, but thanks to Graham, you guys failed to see tha

Alford pointed to the pile of ashes on the floor in front of the men, “what used to be their captain.” Nolan, Bryce, and Grey chuckled while studying the debris that once was a body. “Do you know what you want to do with them?” Nolan asked. “They surrendered, so their lives will be spared. They are warriors from the galaxy Sularos. My cousin Japheth, the assclown as you called him, overthrew their rightful king and took control of their armies.” “Damn. So, you gonna have them help you?” “I’m not sure yet. We will definitely be questioning them as soon as we find somewhere to keep them. If they’re still submissive, we’ll go from there.”

“Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.” She repeated the phrases in her head, desperate to focus on something that didn’t involve the seeing numbness that had overtaken her body. The death of one Druid and the departure of another had weakened the vine wall that was separating them from their vessel.

But the shadows never let go. “I expected more from you, Luca,” I mused, crouching beside him. “You were once my strongest warrior.” His golden eyes burned with hate. “You are not the Alpha I swore to serve.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “No. That Dorian is dead.” Then I struck. My fist connected with his skull, a brutal crack echoing through the silent battlefield. His body went limp, his consciousness ripped away in an instant. I rose to my feet, stepping back as my Shadowborn warriors surged forward.

His soldiers paused, then did as they were told. my soldiers moved fast and got the job done. They took away all of Sirius' weapons - his gun, knife, and holster - in just a few seconds. The whole time, Sirius just stood there, looking like he was being treated unfairly, even though he wasn't. As my soldiers tied his hands and started walking him out, Sirius looked at me with a lot of anger in his eyes and spoke in a low, threatening tone. “You're wrong, Your Highness.” he said. “The things you think are true are not.”

Boro stepped back when he saw the warriors face. In the briefest of time, memories filled Boro's mind. Pleasant nights training under moons light, days filled with laughter and happiness, evening arguments and debates on philosophy and war strategy. A tear threatened to fall from his eyes but he snapped himself back to the battlefield and blinked away the tear. Nila's eyes too seemed filled with surprise, not just at her defeat, but also at meeting with an old friend on the battlefield. All around them the battle still raged, although the sounds of war seemed to be decreasing, he knew this to mean that he had won and the battle would soon be over. He shouted for his guards to take her prison

The words cut through my chest like a blade. "The Star Raiders," I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists. I managed to hold in the anger bubbling inside me. The thirst for revenge, tingling in my throat. The man trembled before me. "I swear, sir, I’m telling you the truth. They were the ones. They... they took us down." I took a slow step back, my mind racing. I turned to face my warriors, a sharp command in my voice. "Prepare the troops, and recruit more.

I fully understood what Aunt Calista meant, "Then we will fight for as long as it takes us." "WARRIORS!"My voice echoed through the whole pack and woods as my warriors came out, a much larger number than Luke's warriors but Luke's warriors were also large but with Montana, it was like they had doubled. My warriors came out, and I urged them on, "The Goddess is with us, Fight for what you love." They cheered on and then I shouted, "SHIELD!!!!" Luke also had his men ready. The smirk he had on his face, it would be a pleasure wiping it off.

used to pulse. He didn't move toward me. He stepped back, his hand dropping to the hilt of a heavy, rusted pulse-blade at his hip. This Dante didn't have "Void-Lead" claws. He didn't have obsidian wings. He was a scrapper—a man who lived by the blade in a world that had forgotten how to build gods. "You have the wrong man, lady," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Name’s Thorne. I run the salvage crews for the Republic. I don't know any 'Dante.' And I definitely don't know you."