The Last Jedi Novels & Stories

Selene mentioned. “You haven’t even trained for an hour!” she went on after I refused to give her a response earlier. Beta Tobias kept watching us from afar and I knew I wasn’t making him proud at the moment. I shouldn’t do it at the expense of my life. “This is a suicide mission,” I panted while saying to her. I could now comprehend why she wanted me to say my last prayer the other time. She knew there was a probability that I would lose my life in the middle of this.

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

The words hit harder than the blade ever could. Not because I didn’t expect them. Because I did. A pause. Then he finished it. “Kill order confirmed. Personal execution.” Something inside me broke. Not my control. Not my restraint. Something deeper. Something structural. The force holding me shifted. Not pulling me down. Releasing me. I tore free. Not dragged. Not saved. I chose it. The ground let go like it had been forced to, hurling me upward between them in a violent surge that snapped Cassian’s grip loose and knocked Elias off balance for half a step.

Dream wipes the tears with his thumb, but more follow faster than he can chase them. “I cared for you,” the system says slowly. “In a way I did not understand until now. Not as a host. As a person. And so… this is my last mission.” The light brightens once more, surrounding us fully. Dream holds me tighter, and I clutch him back, trembling, because even though this is supposed to be peaceful, it feels like something inside me is being carved out. “Live well, Host,” the system says, its voice softening until it almost feels like a whisper against my ear. “You are my last mission.”

“I’ll handle it.” I turned my attention to the soldiers. “The Valewinds have fallen, and so have the Stormriders. Your Luna is dead after killing her king, and so are her mother and father. I am the last Valewind standing.” The thought clogged my throat, and I had to chuckle. “Even at that, I am not a Valewind by blood, only by name.” They exchanged confused glances among themselves. “Do what you feel is best,” I continued. “But if I were you, I would lay my weapons down and welcome a new era, a kinder era. An era of freedom.”

Indicating they have to fight them if they want to reach their last relic. Smirking at their staggered reaction, Huzefa extended his hand out to those giant beasts, enunciating, “Beyond this point is our last ungodly chalice.”

They both could have killed him then but didn’t. He was mine. Finally, we won the battle, and the war was over. Jed lay on the ground on the verge of death, spitting blood and barely breathing. That’s it, Jed. Your life is over. Just as I went in for the final kill, he let out a wild laugh. “I did betray my brother, but I don’t regret it! Just remember, you must live on. You, Lauren, are the last pure blood of our Pack,” and with that, he yanked my hand and pulled himself over my extended claws, impaling himself on its sharp edges.

Sofia POV The whole forest went silent after the last warrior fell. The ground was covered with dust, broken weapons, and the scent of blood. I stood there beside Luca, breathing hard, watching the final moments of the battle. My hands were shaking, but I kept my eyes on the only enemy left—the old man who had caused all this trouble. He looked weaker than before, but his eyes were still cold and dangerous. He stepped back slowly, holding the stone tightly in his hand like it was his only power left.

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

I was still chained to him. Jordan moved closer to me. “This isn't over. We'll fight to the very last. He'll have the last laugh.” Jordan's words barely registered in my head. The floor felt like it vanished beneath my feet. The last thing I saw was Denzel’s victorious grin before the darkness rushed in to claim me, and I felt myself falling into the cold, silent void. JORDAN: