Anakin Skywalker Rebels Novels & Stories

They haul me to my feet with such urgency that said "the faster they get this over with, the better it would be for everyone" They proceed to drag me through the trees like a plague they could not bear to touch. When we finally come to a stop at the clearing just at the edge of the forest, torchlight flared and I see them in the distance. The Moon council, looking exactly like the stories had described. The same seven figures, the same silvery black robes, the same air of entitlement and superiority, the same elder with ice in his eyes stood at the center. He looks at me like he had finally won a game I had no idea we were playing.

I question. “You crashed our rescue of prisoners,” he reminds me. “I had no way of knowing you’d show up like that.” “But I did,” I say. “And the last guy with a green armband to grab me punched me, too.” Lucas sighs. “I revoked the directive to kidnap the Lycan King’s shikra as soon as I took over as the rebel leader.” My eyes widen in shock. Lucas is the rebel leader now? “Anything else we need to risk getting caught to air out?” he asks impatiently.

The storm had arrived, and the battle for survival had only just begun. Outside, the sounds of gunfire echoed through the halls, the first shots of the conflict that would define the fate of the Empire. The rebels had come to take everything, and now it was up to Ryder Coldclaw and Eva Blackthorn to stop them—before it was too late.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"When I was drowning in the struggle for power, Karen was always there. She offered me comfort and encouragement. I was grateful for that, yes. But the only one I ever loved was Sera." The moment the words left my mouth, another man burst into the room with a small package. I tore it open, finding a tiny voice recorder inside. I pressed the play button. A familiar voice filled the room, cold and calculating. "Karen's been dead for a long time. So what? Your stupid parents will only believe me. All I have to do is put on a little show, and they'll always side with me. That idiot, Macro? He's no different..." The air was sucked from my lungs. A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

Rhea sneered and pointed the tip of the dagger toward my face. "Galen Asteri is drowning in debt so he ordered you to hire a street thug to stage an attack." "He wanted you to play the damsel in distress so my son would swoop in and claim you out of a misplaced sense of duty." Odetta whimpered from the velvet chair and covered her face with her trembling hands to muffle her sobs. "You are out of your mind if you think we have the money to hire Crimson Eclipse assassins," I argued back and gripped the candlestick tighter.

My lungs shuddered, and then I completely broke. ​I slid down the trunk into the mud, pulling my knees to my chest as tears poured down my face. I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. ​There was no one around, but a stubborn part of me still remembered I was a Luna. Lunas did not sob helplessly in the dirt. Lunas did not crawl. Lunas did not beg. Lunas endured. ​Except... I wasn't a Luna anymore.

” Soon after he concluded Jrue swiped his blade down and the arm was severed clean off. PRESENT In two days' time, the clash that had been brewing for a long time was nearing its arrival. And born from the clash would be an organization of an unlikely partnership between several individuals who had one aim, to take down the Heads and the Clans of Tomasa Children. That battle would be the origin of the Rebel Alliance!

' I silently think to myself. But that doesn't mean it still doesn't hurt that they sold me. My own parents didn't want me. Well not John. I couldn't care less about him, but my mom... Everyone I trust ends up betraying me. Its all the same. Jessica, Rosemary, and now my own mother. I can't trust anyone. But that doesn't mean anything to me. I'm Skylar Alexis Daniels and I refuse to be beat. I'm a warrior. "So?" I ask placing the file back on the desk . Adrian looks shocked, but he compose himself and puts his emotionless face back on.