Novel & Cerita Hera From Star Wars Rebels

The Moonridge envoys arrived with the morning mist, led by a woman whose resemblance to Selene was unmistakable—the same dark hair and sharp features, but with calculating coldness her daughter had never possessed. "Lady Vera," Rowan said formally. "Welcome to Silverpine territory." "Alpha Rowan." Lady Vera's gaze settled on Mira. "And the infamous Luna. You've caused quite a stir across the territories." Mira stepped forward with newly awakened authority, Kane's defeat still humming in her veins. "Your message spoke of urgent intelligence regarding threats to my safety."

She was terrified, so terrified she had given up. She also had no solution in sight. Hera’s voice came after a while, calm but shaky. “You are saying someone lifted the reproductive ban in order to make my mother have me?” The witch nodded, her eyes dull. “It must have taken centuries or even more to achieve but somebody out there did and I fear the reason is quite apparent.” I swallowed, for the first time in a long while , something akin to dread crawling into my heart. Hera is someone’s weapon. “But I can’t even do anything…” she protested.

Standing fully naked in front of other women whom I just met a week ago. I grew up caring for myself. Fought my own battles at school, at work, and the countless werewolves that my father had sent to take me back home, to the country inhabited by creatures that only exist in the textbooks of humans as myths or in fiction books. In the country where I grew up, I was one of the top fighting instructors for a private military contractor and also one of the best female MMA fighters in the country. Here, I am simply the Lycan Princess, the saviour of the kingdom.

With the way she speaks to the Alpha, I could sense that she was a respected elder of the pack, though it was quite confusing with her appearance. “But Hera…” “She isn’t a spy.” The woman named Hera shifted her gaze at me this time. “We aren’t sure of that Hera…” “Have you forgotten who I am Alpha Killian?” She cut him off for the second time. If we weren’t in a serious situation, I have probably burst into laughter. The Alpha seemed too untamable as he talks to me but look at him right now. “This little girl isn’t a spy.” “She’s the she-wolf we were waiting for. The one that will save our race, in the near future.”

Hera’s voice came from behind us, and we both spun to face her like two kids who had been caught with their hands on the cookie jar before I forced on a smile, and looked over to see Jax put on a confident and playful smirk. "We'll see about that," Jax said, smiling widely at her, but she wasn't amused. She crossed her arms, popping out one hip as she raised an eyebrow at us. "Do the two of you want to tell me why I got a report that our Luna was acting strange and had wandered off toward the border?" Hera asked. "She wasn't alone! I was watching over her!" Jax exclaimed, and Hera looked him up and down as I wiggled my toes, trying to get the feeling back in them as discreetly as I could.

“She shared a few names. She had a whole fucking list. There is one I like, Aeryn, it’s from this show Farscape.” Osiris looked at me like I was fucking makes up words. So I went to the rest of the list. Leia had sent it to me, so I read it off my phone. “Elora is the baby of Willow, in the movie. You know with the fucking little person that becomes a wizard?” Osiris looked like I was talking about fucking rocket science again, doesn’t this guy ever watch a fucking move? “Nope? Okay, next one Allana is actually Leia and Han’s granddaughter in the fucking Star Wars books, you don’t fucking care do you?”

I move to join him, ready to fight to save my mate, and my people. Just as I reach the front lines, Hera comes running up beside me. I can’t believe she’s up here. She knows that Lorelai wants her dead. When I try to get her to leave, she doesn’t budge and then Lorelai is throwing lightning bolts everywhere. It takes all my focus to keep them from hitting me, Hera or the soldiers around us. From the corner of my eye, I can see Hera attacking the other fae that are trying to shoot lightning at me. I have a moment to appreciate just how graceful and lethal she is before I have to refocus on Lorelai.

"This vessel is an Alpha! His strength is infinite!" "His strength is mine!" Rhea shouted back. She began to walk toward the center of the ruins, her silver-and-violet aura expanding until it pushed back the mist. She could feel the connection between her and the beasts—a thousand threads of dark energy that she was pulling on like a puppeteer. She was the general of a nightmare army, leading a rebellion against the god of the void. "Zane! Get up!" Rhea called out, seeing the younger Alpha stirring near the edge of the rubble. "We need the fire! We need everything!"

(ATLAS’S POV) I stepped forward and caught Hera’s wrist mid-air before she could even reach Rhea. The intensity of the moment seemed to freeze time. Her hand was poised, ready to strike, but I intercepted it with a firm grip. "Enough!" I commanded, my voice echoing through the corridor, sharp and unyielding. Hera’s confident facade faltered for a brief moment, her fiery demeanor cracking. "Alpha Atlas?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Somehow, she felt a little sympathetic to Yara who was blasted away with an invisible force, though lucky for her she hadn’t smashed her head on the wall. Sheels nodded at Perry who craned her neck to have a better look at Hera and had ended up wishing she didn’t. For in the rubbles of the destroyed column sat Hera whose eyes were ablaze, her purple hair now stretched longer the way they used to, which was also glimmering such dark energy that made every strand of hair all over her body prickle. “Hera?” whispered Perry, moving a little closer, her heart drumming so hard she bet even Sheels could hear it.