Hera From Star Wars Rebels Novels & Stories

Her blade slashes, grazing my arm, void-energy burning, but my hymn holds, Lena’s spark flaring. Veyra’s runes flare, weakening the wraith, her blade guiding Kalia to the altar, her voice a plea. “Use the orb!” Kalia nods, her orb blazing, its cracks glowing, her hymn steadying, her light striking the altar, cracking its stone, the relic dimming, starborn husks collapsing. The wraith wails, its form fracturing, the rift above pulsing, shrinking, its essence coiling. I strike Erynn, my blade piercing her aura, her hymn faltering, her eyes wide, her blade slipping. “The Herald…” she whispers, her form crumbling, her starlight fading, her body ash.

Elias’s voice broke, raw with disbelief. A woman stepped fully into the moonlight, her cloak snapping in the wind. Rhea—a warrior from Silver Ridge, one of Elias’s closest, the one who had sworn to Serena at the start of this cursed journey. Her dark braid swung over her shoulder, her eyes glowing faintly with an unnatural silver sheen. Serena’s throat went dry. “You?”

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

Hera’s lips curled into a faint smile as her gaze shifted to Sheila, who stood stiffly by the side of the room. “There’s someone far more deserving of the position,” Hera said, her tone softening. “Someone with integrity. Someone who truly cares for Shadow Claw and its people.” Sheila’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. “Me?” “Yes, you,” Hera nodded, stepping forward slightly. “You’ve stood for what’s right, even when it wasn’t easy. You’ve fought for the people of Shadow Claw, even when others wouldn’t.” Her eyes briefly flicked to me, and I felt a pang of shame twist in my stomach.

I apologise a little distraught, looking at the huge gaping wound on her thigh. “No, please don’t apologise. You have done so much for all of us here today. This would have healed eventually. The others had worse injuries than mine. We might have lost some today if it hadn’t been for you. You’re our hero,” she emphasizes on the last word. “I’m Natasha, by the way, but please call me Tasha.”

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

“ Kneel!” Came the harsh command from the woman who sat upon the golden throne. She was tall, at six foot five, elegant, and majestic looking. She had a square face with a round jaw, narrow nose and drooping ears. Long flowing platinum colored hair, piercing amber eyes, tan skin, her face, while lined with wrinkles, was still that of nobility. She wore an elegant green gown and a silver crown on her head. This was Hera, the queen of the Sintar Dragons. Calypso dropped to a knee, bowing her head at the foot of the twenty steps that led to the throne.

She said. “Seline.” I said. “I was raised by the Moon Goddess?” I asked. “Yes, Ava. I needed to make sure that you were prepared to fight this war.” She said. “All of that training was preparation.” I said. “Yes. Now you need to go. You need to stop your father.” “Why can’t you stop him?” I asked. “Because there’s only so much interference I can do. The rest is up to you. I’m sorry.” And with that, she was gone again.

His idea provoking those that were allies with Alpha Hulbert. “No, that won’t be right. The maid is the daughter of the traitors killed. Having her to be your breeder might not be the best opinion. If you need a new Luna, my sister here,” Hulbert paused, pointing to Zoya’s direction. “She will gladly do anything for you.” He concluded and Supreme Alpha Derek nodded and turned to look at Zoya who was smiling shyly. “I will think about it. But whose daughter is she?” Alpha king Derek asked,

It seemed like they hadn't gone to the toilet before coming here. "Are both of you alright? You can go to the bathroom to wash up first." "That's what we told, Mom, but she dragged us here," Aries whined. "Do you know who you are talking to?" Dan asked. Aries groaned, and then he looked at me. "Miss Cassandra?" He gasped. "What the commotion early in the morning? "a man I didn't recognize asked, yawning. Dan, you cook breakfast. Early?" "Sir, it wasn't me. It's Miss Cassandra and Amara.". Is he Alexander? He looks young and handsome.