Hera From Star Wars Rebels Novels & Stories

A maid demanded, wondering why I had a frown on my face. “No, it… it's fine” I replied, sitting up immediately. She looked at me, doubtful and I sighed. “How… How did I end up here? Where am I?” I asked the question bugging my mind. “This is the moonlight pack and you were brought by Alpha Wilder at midnight. You had passed out and he ordered us to look after you after the doctor assured us that there was nothing wrong with you. I’m Lydia, your personal maid” Lydia replied with a polite bow and I choked on my saliva.

“She?” Louis felt Alaric’s gaze burn on him. Alaric slowly said, “Of course, she. The Goddess’ Blessed is always a female.”

Henry Stewart hovered nearby, his tablet in hand, occasionally offering input but mostly listening attentively. "The moonlight herb-infused paint on the northern wall pieces will need special lighting," I instructed one of the assistants. "Make sure the spectrum is adjusted precisely according to the specifications." The assistant nodded, making notes. "Yes, Luna Natalia." I still wasn't used to being addressed that way. Luna—the term for an Alpha's mate. It felt strange, yet somehow right. As I moved through the space, I touched each display briefly, connecting with the artwork hidden beneath. These were more than paintings; they were parts of myself, pieces of my soul transferred to canvas

Control. They want to break her. I won't let them. I enter, and there she is, right where I said she'd be-our command base. A technologically advanced lair under the mansion, where screens, maps, and weapons adorn the walls. Rebel sits at its center, arms folded, eyes fixed on the monitor as information flows in. The tension in her shoulders tells a thousand stories. She's preparing for a fight she might not win. I step back behind her, close enough to feel the heat of her but not touching. Not yet. "Talk to me."

he begins and I gasp, seeing a large stone pillow with the picture of the Moon Goddess and the picture frame once more. “This is where Selene died,” Kane says and we all gasp. “This is her grave,” Finn says as we look at the stone. “It’s a monument to her.” “So, you are saying Mia is royalty?” Veronica asks as she stares at the stone as Kane answers. “Yes, she is a descendant of Selene, the moon Goddess… this is what we have been telling you.” Veronica stares blankly as she listens, “That’s why she has white hair. Selene has white hair herself,” Finn says and I smile.

, david said. "what is the role of her mother here?", I asked. I knew this story ofcource. "Eva's mother was the actual queen in the game. Being a smart ass woman and a gorgious lady, she lured men such that even your father would say yes to every single lie she said", David said. I smiled hard this time, "INTERESTING!!!", I said at once.

She felt the warmth in her stomach as if their own child was letting her know that she was protected and cared for. Tonight was going to be difficult. This was her debut essentially to being Kian’s Luna. She was the reason why the war came about. Her ‘death’ had sent her fated mate into a frenzy and now she was here — alive and breathing. The world would judge her. They would try to rip apart her apart and tear her into shreds, but the moon was watching. She had been watching the entire time, waiting for her revenge against the ones that took everything from her.

one of them said, his voice a mix of perplexity and a tinge of disgust. Another one of them leaned closer trying to get a better look at me. "You're right, she does not lean towards the moon either." "Her eyes!” He exclaimed then. “She is exactly like the legends foretold. A child born under the blood moon with eyes like crimson and the blue sky." "She shall not be allowed to live!!" Murmurs rose from all different angles around us, most clamoring for the death of the child of chaos. By now, my mother's hands shook uncontrollably, beads of sweat forming around her forehead as exhaustion threatened to overtake her.