This Is How Liberty Dies Star Wars Novels & Stories

The wind brushed faintly against us, carrying the metallic scent of blood. “So I chose this,” he said. “Better to die by someone else’s hand… than end it myself.” His head tilted slightly, like he was trying to keep his focus on me. “I don’t accept failure,” he added, almost bitterly. A weak breath left him. “But this…” his eyes softened, just a little, “this is freedom.” His body finally gave in and he fell fully to the ground. The clearing seemed to pause with him. Then—something shifted, and I saw a glow, faint at first, soft and blue, almost like light trapped under water.

Watching Dylan struggle in agony, she asked calmly, "Now our family of four will be together in life and death. Isn't this what you wanted?" But she got no answer because Dylan had already been knocked unconscious by the thick smoke. And she was gradually unable to keep her eyes open. Kayla thought that if there was a God, maybe their deaths could somehow give Nate peace in heaven, where he'd never have to face people like them again. Before losing consciousness completely, she seemed to see a little boy sitting on his father's shoulders. He was holding his mother's hand with one hand and waving a candy apple with the other. He called out to the girl ahead, "Kayla!"

Selene was nowhere to be seen; Jax lay on the ground, unmoving. We stepped toward each other. Hands outstretched. A surge of light rushed up between us. One of us shoved the other away at the last second. The other vanished into the blast. The scene cut off there. Frozen. White at the edges. My hands had started to shake. “Every version,” I said, throat tight, “ends with one of us throwing ourselves into the gears so the other can get out.” “That’s how heroic rebellion arcs tend to go,” Corvin said.

The stars were bright, harsh, and utterly free. "We did it," Arthur laughed, a broken, wheezing sound that quickly dissolved into a coughing fit. "The grid is dead. We actually killed it." Lucien sat back on his heels, the exhaustion finally pulling at his bones. He looked at his hands, then at the two men beside him. No corporate hierarchy. No orders to follow. No system to optimize. Just the cold, biting wind whipping through the ruins of their former prison. "We didn't kill it," Lucien said, his eyes meeting Kael’s. "We just woke up."

The day I discover that my husband, Nick Goldberg, is cheating on me, my severe depression drives me to climb up to the rooftop. My older sister, Natalie Swift, stabs him before dragging him over to apologize to me. From then on, Natalie moves in with us and becomes his strictest watchdog. Every time he so much as twitches, Natalie is even more anxious than I am. With Natalie keeping watch over Nick, he genuinely changes. He deletes all of the female contacts he has and comes back home on time. It's to the point that he even reports to me when he's just going out to throw the trash. Because of this, I think that this battered, broken marriage of ours is finally getting a fresh start. Ho

“Nikita, please just tell us what’s going on.” My heart pounded against my ribcage, a desperate drum trying to keep time against the tide of chaos threatening to overtake me. I took a breath, steadying the tremor in my hands, and when I spoke, the words felt like stones sinking into the abyss. “As you all know, I died...” I forced myself to continue. “...But when I did, I saw my mother. She told me the only way I could truly die was by the hand of my curse. It has to run its course.”

"Thank you for staying by my side and helping me out so much. I can't do much for you. But I promise that I would spend my remaining time repaying you." I shook my head, "No. Just continue your promise with Ms. Lilian. You can repay me by living the way you want. Don't promise yourself to anyone even to me or Sir Benjamin. You only have this freedom left. I want you to be happy at least...in this little time..." My voice weakens. The fact that Lucas died...that I could not see him anymore once I found a way to wake up or his soul finished his time...struck me hard.

Her appearance alone is enough to make every Kindred warrior pledge their allegiance to her throne. Those who knew about the myth immediately bowed as she stepped off the Liberty after returning from ODRION. A faint smile touches the corners of her lips, and I gradually feel her anxiety slip away. “We gather here this evening to support our human mates who want to watch their home planet implode as they find some sense of closure from the existence they once led.” She raises her hands with her palms facing upwards, and she uses her energy to show everyone what she can see through the Liberty ship's satellite station.

The Lagos night sky was a fractured canvas of fire and falling debris. The alien fleet’s remnants burned as they plummeted, massive obsidian hulls breaking apart in silent, beautiful explosions that lit the lagoon like dying stars. Rebel fighters cheered from the broken bridge, voices raw with exhaustion and triumph. The hybrid swarm had collapsed with the Ruler’s death, bodies twitching and dissolving into blue dust as the controlling signal finally died. But victory tasted like ash.

I hated this look on her face right now: hesitant, doubtful and weak. “You wanted Roberts,” I reminded her, voice steel-edged. “That was the deal. I get Daniel, you get Roberts, and Killian gets Rebel, but none of that works if she’s still standing in our way. Do you understand that?” Her jaw worked as she looked back at the screen. Reporters scattering, Robert bleeding, Rebel’s face lit with fury. Finally, Louisa whispered, “She’s not going to stop, is she?” I sat back, satisfied. “No, and that’s why, one way or another, she must die.”