Owen Skywalker Novels & Stories

“Uncle!” “That’s Alpha, Owen. What you did today, already was way past the line. No matter who they were, you don’t pick a fight with them. I told you to stay away from them. I expected my head warrior and future Alpha to be better than that.” Owen growled. “I am not the future Alpha! That kid is!” He pointed to Rose.

Milla cuts in, pressing her palm to her forehead, “this could go south so fast you’ll be packing your bags by the weekend. Like, changing towns level south.” “He won’t do any of that,” I say, and honestly, I surprise myself with how steady I sound. “He might act all high and mighty every single day like he’s the second coming of Zeus, but he’s not bold enough or strong enough to pull something like that.” I cross my arms, leaning back as if this is something I’ve deeply researched, like I’ve written a thesis titled The Psychological Limitations of Owen Kyle. “With the right motivation, he could,” Star mutters, not even blinking, like she’s seen that alternate universe already.

"A cultivator from the dragon clan, eh? I knew it. So, you're here to take the dragon cauldron piece away, aren't you?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow. "How did you know that?" The man sneered coldly and replied, "Because I'm the guardian Senior Fremont assigned to protect this well. Oh, I didn't tell you just now, but my name's Owen. Remember your arrogance, young man, as I'm sure this battle will be one that affects you for the rest of your life. I'm going to make you live the rest of your life in misery." Upon saying those words, Owen and his clones turned into black shadows that came charging toward Wilbur from different directions. Just then, Wilbur stomped on the ground with his foot. A powe

With everyone watching, Hellen, Paul, John, and a young man came across the crowd and arrived at the stage. Aurora immediately recognized that young man as the Ravenwood’s middle son, Owen. Owen was a large and sturdy man with his bulging muscles and bushy mustache. He seemed like one of those people who would pick up a random fight on the street. And as the matter of fact, Owen was exactly like that: hot-tempered, aggressive, and abusive.

Owen said, gesturing to the doctor. “What? I mean, sir, I am just a doctor—in no way a warrior.” The old man smiled nervously. “Owen, you should go to the storehouse area with your men. You should be able to stop them from breaking through the defense, which I doubt they’d be able to anyway,” the Queen said. With a nod, Owen left the room. ⸻ Small-sized black pod-like ships were dropping from the sky, and in each of them there were about ten or so people inside.

I answer honestly. “It’ll get there,” he encourages me. “May we sit?” He motions to the sofa. I nod, following him over to it and sitting down next to him. “I’m sorry I pushed you when you asked for space,” I start. “I know Diego and Ava have been together, and I know my mother is the Sun Warriors leader who killed yours. I can’t imagine how complicated both of those facts makes all of this for you.” Owen’s brows furrow in confusion. “How do you know all that?”

Owen, the Patriarch of the Stone family, and all the elders looked at Lucas with great respect. The Patriarch of the Stone family, Owen, said to Lucas, "Senior, you are now the hero of the entire Thunderbolt Base City!" ... "I'm not interested in that," Lucas slowly said. When the Patriarch of the Stone family, Owen, heard these words, he couldn't help admiring Lucas even more. He thought that Lucas did live up to his name!

The place had been a hot mess recently, with the Ledgers and Campbells going down in flames overnight. The northern elite had been circling like vultures, each wanting a piece of the pie. However, Roslyn, against all odds, had taken charge with a vengeance, setting up a new pecking order in no time. Owen's mission was crystal clear: crush the Saunders, take over Zabaleta's underworld, and while he was at it...wipe Alexander off the map. "Owen, you got here quickly." At the Zabaleta's swanky top-floor presidential suite.

It gave Owen chills. “I-I was just following orders from my superior.” “Your superior?” Andrius’ eyes gleamed sharply. He roared, “And who is your superior?” “It’s… it’s…” Owen dared not expose his boss, but Andrius’ expression frightened him. In the end, after an internal struggle, he bit the bullet and said, “The deputy chairman of the Martyr’s Society, Samson Jones!” Samson Jones! Andrius’ anger erupted instantly. Owen was just a lapdog carrying out orders, so Andrius did not make him suffer, for now.

“Are you watching, brilliant goddess who brightens the night? Can you hear this wayward, forsaken wretch of yours?... Are you enjoying my Selena’s company? Are you enjoying the show?” He cackled and his words turned nearly indecipherable, yet Owen knew better than to interrupt or try to leave. With only one eye, Osborn was still more powerful than Owen and it was clear that the man wasn’t in his right mind. He’d already ended up in his father’s near-lethal grip for attempting to leave before being formally dismissed.