Zabrak Jedi Novels & Stories

Sylvan mutters with amusement as his eyes turn black. Kylo rushes forward, his body poised with determination. One arm extends in front of him while the other rests by his face, a fierce expression etched onto his lips. “Mine…!!” Zion howls, ripping the tranquilizer from his neck. With a sudden burst of energy, Zion springs to his feet, propelling himself forward. Using Sylvans' back as a platform, he swiftly seizes a sword from Sylvans' hand and leaps into the air, brandishing the weapon triumphantly above his head. With a rapid and powerful swing of his sword, Zion swiftly removes Kylo's head. He then lands gracefully in a crouching position, just a couple of feet away from me. His stance

“Okay, never mind. There are too many numbers.” “Just transfer what you can into our joint bank account and I’ll handle the rest,” Jedi says, laughing and patting Luca on the butt. “You poor, penniless design student.” “Wait a couple of years,” Luca says, resting a hand on Jedidiah’s shoulder and raising the other in front of him, swiping an invisible banner across the air. “Internationally renowned designer Luca Knights unveils new design for Stussy’s snapback range. Wow!” “Think I’ll be waiting longer than a couple of years for that,” Jedi says as he sticks his tongue out. As he squirms to avoid Luca’s tickle attack on his neck, he sees a flurry of movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Hiding? I am the fracture. And you, Jessica, are my key.” The loom flared, and the platform shook, black threads lashing out to form warriors—not silver or crimson, but voids themselves, their forms absorbing light. They lunged, and the group fought back. Kade’s claws slashed through one, but it reformed, its touch draining his strength. Selene’s spells flickered, swallowed by the voids. Lucas struck with his dagger, his movements desperate, while Bryan’s spectral form disrupted their ranks, but the warriors were relentless.

Liam begged outside the dome. But his pleas remained unheard as Jazmine clashed with Abbadon once more. Jazmine wielded the chain despite corrupting her, while Abbadon was wielding the Sword of the Doombringer, forcing herself to break past the limit. The ground quaked as they fought one-by-one.

"It was an accident! Jide never meant to hurt him, and we have already paid your pack thousands of gold credits! What more do you want?" Jide is trembling violently, his face pale and slick with sweat. The arrogant pup who had sneered at my door hours ago is now completely paralyzed with fear. "Get me away from him!" Jide whimpers, his voice cracking. "Father, help me!" In the corner, Elder Jabari Adebayo sits heavily on the stone bench, his head in his hands, looking older than the hills. The Adebayo attorneys stand behind him with leather scrolls, looking completely useless in the face of a raw pack blood feud.

General Riben commanded, referring to the formidable knights. Jorde, known for his agility and cunning, was the perfect match for the task at hand. With his group of beastmen by his side, they would face the towering knights head-on, determined to break through their defences. "I shall bring those pitiful humans to their knees!" Jorde declared, drawing his sword with a flourish. Unlike his fellow beastmen who favoured axes, Jorde's choice of weapon was a testament to his unique style. With a swift motion, he vanished into thin air, leaving only a blur in his wake.

She looked like a broken girl, and that really hurt me. “They can see us already, Matthew.” One of the scumbags announced. They immediately drew their weapons while one dragged Scarlett. “Yah!!!” Ambroz yelled, immediately beginning to get rid of them. His training was extremely good because he was fast in everything, though he lacked the muscles, he used his defense techniques to his advantage. It worked for him… “Javier, get her!” I sped towards whoever dragged her, snapping his neck. The second advanced towards me with a stake, which I reverted back towards him. He froze into grey that moment, collapsing.

Arkyn growled watching him take cheap shots to kill men already locked in battle with outs. “Njar I’m ending this.” Arkyn said to him and before Njar could protest he was moving towards Norris. Scott flanked Njar’s back in place of Arkyn, blood running down the side of his arm. Njar looked him over quickly. He was surprised the men from Red River were holding their own. He scanned the battlefield trying to see their odds. They were struggling, bodies were dropping into the snow left and right. A man from Dark Forest charged him, slashing violently at him, he dodge the blow, his fist connecting with the man’s face and on impact Njar sent his claws piercing through his skull. The man dropped.

A resounding clash rang out, and the massive sword resembling a black dragon fell, erupting into a tremendous roar within moments while producing vast weaponized energy that seemed to be able to flip the entire world upside down at that moment. In the blink of an eye, a series of sharp cracks rang out, and the gray light barrier Javier had exhausted everything to create began to fracture. Strands of weaponized energy sliced right through the barrier and lashed his body, leaving deep gashes that reached his very bones. Javier wailed in desperation as he watched his defense reach the brink of total collapse. He begged, "P-Please don't kill me! P—" A deafening explosion rang out, shattering Jav

Rebel and Siddharth were best friends, they had the same teacher who was Rebel's grandfather, however during their training years it was Siddharth who would always beat Rebel in the game, creating a high opinion and position for himself in his grandfather's heart As a result Siddharth rose to fame quicker and was more feared, however Rebel fell out with his grandfather for having favoured Siddharth more and he left the country to join the other world. That was why he harboured concealed feelings to snatch away everything that Siddharth had