Ugliest Star Wars Characters Novels & Stories

Could he be their healer? Introducing themselves briefly, Han confirmed that none of this party’s members were sane, not even the most innocent-looking kid. How could a healer also be a rogue? Moreover, their scout was a draconian marksman with no stealth skills. Their tank wasn’t the buff woman with a boomerang. It was the pretty boy with the long braid who came with the doll girl who was their warrior and magician. On top of that, their actual magician was closer to an engineer with tendencies to utilise weapons of mass destruction. “I’ve never seen a party as oddly matched as yours,” Han blurted out. “It’s so ridiculous, I don’t know what to say. Why are you looking for the two-legged wol

Leon looked down at the young man in the center with a laptop on his lap and had a white bandage on his forehead; "Who is this?" "Sir, Ethan Castro, we've identified the intruder the moment the alarm went on. Sol thought it was better to go with the intruder's plan and play with him as he trapped the spies in one place. He asked me to go check on Carl when no one was looking. I've been in constant communication with the young master since the gunshot accident, sir." "Who are you again?" Leon suspiciously asked. "Ethan Castro," He nervously added, "Also known as Death Star."

His broad face accommodated all the beauties that was carved there, his lips were averagely thick and they spread wide whenever a smile appeared on them. Although he smiles a lot, he’s actually a devil in disguise. He knows how to torment everyone with his handsome face and the most attractive thing about him was his fighting skill. He was given birth to by the Luna who is rarely seen outside because she hated the fact that Alpha Ren only favored Leia who was killed thanks to Beta Loras. “I wonder if her death made him so sad that much, he wouldn’t budge when my mother was sick though” he muttered to himself as he sheathed his sword and went to his own room.

Rosalia said, although rather timidly. “I don’t have to learn that from you, Rosalia,” Luke said spitefully. “A Star does not deserve the respect of a Silverclaw. And a Star can never be a Silverclaw. We have seen that before,” he added, looking at Rosalia. With that Luke walked away. I wanted to slap him. I hated his smug stupid face. I heard some loud noise, as if someone was yelling. I looked ahead to see what was going on. Everyone was looking at the slave that came out of the forest. Bloodied and badly wounded, but alive. I tried to make out the features. From so far away, it was hard to tell.

Rey asked. He didn’t want any surprises like traps, confusing passages, or dead ends that only someone familiar with the area could navigate. “N-no! To the left is the Special Center, and to the right is the General Center.” Rey studied the scared woman’s face and didn’t think she was lying. ‘She looks hideous.’ Due to most of her hair falling out as a result of his Skill, coupled with her naturally ugly face, Rey found her disgusting. The makeup on her face was already melting off, and her massive lips made her appear more like a clown than anything else.

she replied already turning pink. She was the first and only female to call him by name and he loved it. He was referred to as the lord,Lord Vador or the dark lord.She wasn't scared of him,she even made eyes contacts with him.She was different from ladies in all four empires who were scared of him and wouldn't dare to call him by name. They always threw themselves at him,wanting him to take them to bed and feed on them like it was something to be proud of. "So how would you like to work here with me,as my assistant?"

Leia gasped. Glancing at my cousin, my gaze was back to the man as the men tossed him at my feet. I quickly recognized him as King Thane’s gamma. “Please, do not kill him!” Leia plummeted at my feet, holding my legs. “Send him away. I’m begging you!” She tried to touch him and Han seized her and moved her away from the man. Why was Leia unsettled toward this werewolf? The pieces of the puzzle began to fit, so fast that it snapped in my head as a hailstorm. No, it can’t be! Is it? Did they moon goddess pair my cousin to the gamma of my arch-enemy?

I cleared my throat and focused on my sentences. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to say?” I said, emphasizing the word ‘hell’. “No wonder Kylo doesn’t like you.” “What?” There was a sudden disorientation in my facial muscles. “You’re such a rude human.” “At least I look human, unlike you,” I said with greeted teeth. “If I were a human, I wouldn’t be proud.” “Run your mouth again and I’ll sew that.” His face was unexpressive. “Anyway, I am Osca.”

Kia voluntarily explained. “ You really are a mess, aren't you?” Mona stared at him with disdain. Not that she looked down on him, she simply didn't like him. “ This is all because of my meddlesome mom. I'm definitely coming for that old hag one day,” Anakin fumed in false anger, though he was genuinely frustrated. “ It's a good thing your work doesn't involve sitting behind the desk and handling financial matters, if not the empire would have been ruined,” Kia didn't miss any chance to respectfully diss Anakin.

“You were the perfect golden child who viewed all others as far below you, yet now you learned of hierarchies and call lesser beings your friends. You even deem them equals when they are nothing but maggots beneath our feet! Eirian leaned over to watch Dorin struggling on her hold on him. She didn’t notice a certain medic slowly crawling towards them. “And now that you have locked your id in your Phasma core,” she continued, “you have even lost the fun in you.” She frowned at Dorin. “Now I’m thorn between letting you keep that core for you to reach your full potential, or simply shattering it myself to get the old Dorin back.” She gave an annoyed sigh.