Zygerrian Jedi Novels & Stories

She was panicked, but Jordan's presence calmed her somewhat. He was no simpleton, after all. He was the apprentice of Wesley Cane, the fifth most renowned master healer of Dragonia. Though he couldn't claim that he'd learned everything Wesley had to teach, he was definitely the cream of the crop of his generation. He was already an amazing healer in his own right.

Not everyone in this room trusted him. “I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.”

But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much. Zyaire had seven friends, Stephan being number one. Except for Stephan, Tommy, and Jiro, the rest of his friends weren't much to look at. Jiro is an American Japanese. His mother is of Japanese origin. He is quiet, loves smiling with his eyes closed, silently offering his friends his chips, and almost always playing games on his phone. From what Zayne told me, he is the only one apart from Stephan he could tolerate, the only one among Zyaire's friends who genuinely cared about Zyaire. But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people.

I said to be sure, and Ryan nodded his head. "I didn't barter your father for ordinary information. I also had to do it so I could regain my power. Look at me now. I am invisible, and I have hundreds of skeletons, Nazgul, and Wendigo at my service. " Ryan clarified. "All thanks to him," he said, pointing to General Zod. If not for his final mission, I might not have known about any of your plans. However, I compliment you because you have a sharp brain, just like your father. " He complimented me.

Sergio repeatedly questioned Kyrie, "How confident are you? If you can't handle it, don't force yourself. Our family would rather not make a move than embarrass ourselves!" Kyrie said urgently, "Grandpa, don't you trust me?" Sergio's eyes were deep and thoughtful. "It's not that I don't trust you. I'm more wary of Ezekiel. He is a martial arts prodigy that Sorya cultivated with their entire nation's resources."

I am currently 21 and mateless. We Zylians are species of an advanced race. We are called the conquerors of the galaxy since we conquer any planet which perks our interest. But attacking this planet has another purpose. We hate them. We despise them. They took something dear and near to us and we will destroy this planet for that. The woman who is blabbering beside me is Hasya. One of the top warrior of our planet and too full of herself. We both haven’t found our mate so we were forced to accompany each other in order to get married in the future.

His warriors—hybrids twisted by forbidden rites—followed, their eyes hollow and feral. “We’re outnumbered,” said Ryker grimly as he approached, blood trailing down the side of his face. “They’ve brought everyone.” “We don’t need everyone,” Kael replied, a savage smile spreading across his face. “We just need purpose.” From behind the walls of the ancient ruin—the last bastion still standing—pack warriors gathered. Zira, now a battle-hardened healer with war paint across her cheeks, tightened her grip on a bow laced with moon-enchanted silver. Toren, once a cautious scout, stood beside her, the Crescentblade in hand.

NICK ZANDER Born under ‘WISE’, he came from the alternate life of Chikyuu under the star of Virgo, to who possess the ability of a wise General, but a hard-headed doll added with the instinct of the 'Tiger' as a fused aggressive Chimera serving their God. Seeking knowledge with his thirst to find out the origin of the loops, he soon finds himself trapped into the perfect cube he created, which leads him into the arms of the maiden that encircle them all into the tragic fate and wants of their played life and unfortunate destiny.

Oswic thought he saw embers from the tyronimic but he wasn't sure. The tyronimics - each with three heads, though, was the least of their problems. Out of nowhere, a huge plank of wood hit Gerey's red-haired head. Gerey turned around, surprised, just in time to see a creature, just like a monkey - but way more agile, leap from the ground onto a tree with limbs like a frog's and a large plank in his hands. “Schwalzar! I know him. His specie is just like mine. They serve, too - always have and always will, but people of higher classes - nobles.” Jeyrin announced, “He is one of the most notorious Hewarqs there are.”

Edward suddenly became interested in what she was saying. "Externally, the Third Prince has a friendly relationship with his brothers and shows respect to King Lycan. However, his hidden intentions have existed for a long time. Not only has he colluded with court officials, but he has also ventured into the underworld. Especially the network of elite individuals within his faction is extensive. Among them, the most formidable is the 'Four Notables.' The Four Notables are Jayce, Trox, Will, and Giz. Jayce is a master of military strategy, particularly skilled in warfare. Ten years ago, he was known as Chamvll. He killed five hundred and six individuals consecutively during the Red Sun pack ca