Lightsabers Rebels Novels & Stories

“Use this to confirm the order. The seller should be waiting for you at the pack border. Go now.” At the pack border, I see an old man with a large sack and approach him. Up close, I notice his eyes are milky, like a white mist settled over them. “I am here for the herbs Luna Liana asked for.” I say. The man looks at me for a while before speaking, “And you? What are you here for?” The smile on my face drops. “What do you mean?” “I may be blind but I see clearly. A dark cloud formed from anger and hurt and betrayal follows you like a shadow. You have started a journey to revenge that cannot be stopped easily, haven’t you?” Against my better judgment, I say, “You’re right.” “Hmm…what do you n

She fought with with unmatcheocity, but even she could see the loyalists faltering. The rebels pressed forward like a tide, their eyes clouded black by Vaelor’s influence. Their claws and fangs lashed out with unnatural strength, striking down young and old alike. Iris surged into their midst, her twin flames slicing the shadows apart. “Stop this madness!” she cried. For a heartbeat, the rebels hesitated. Her voice—her presence—cracked through their fury like a whip. Some of the younger ones staggered back, shaking their heads as if waking from a nightmare.

Maxwell was the only ally revealed to me. Who is this man? What does he want the spectra for? As the pack members dispersed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Well, everywhere looks okay now. We performed a funeral for the deceased not without Sonia trying to force words out of my mouth. Who was this mysterious man once again? Those runes on his face clearly tell that he's a rouge, a rebel... Everything evil lurks around him. What's the significance of the spectra? I knew i had to het to the bottom of this.

I glanced at Garrick, his hand finding mine in a silent promise of solidarity. "We'll face this together," he murmured, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. I squeezed his hand, feeling the ember of my power thrumming beneath my skin. "Together," I echoed, my resolve hardening like steel. As we stepped into the unknown, I knew that whatever lay ahead, we would face it as one. The journey would be perilous, but with Garrick by my side and the Emberfangs at our back, we had a chance—a slim one, but a chance nonetheless—to turn the tide against Kael and reclaim our future. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the promise of battles yet to come, and the hope that we might ye

And it was working. The rebels moved more carefully now. They listened. I stepped up beside Lykan and drew my own twin daggers, twirling them once in each hand. “My turn.” Lykan raised a brow. “To show off?” “No,” I said with a smirk. “To remind them I’m not just the voice of this rebellion.” I faced two of the younger fighters, Lior and another boy named Kain. “Come at me.” They hesitated. “Now,” I snapped.

Moonlight illuminated the chaos, and the air crackled with the energy of the impending clash. I led my pack with calculated precision, each move strategic in the face of the relentless assault. The Kimber wolves were formidable adversaries, but my determination to shield my pack and Iris fueled every strike, every command barked to my loyal pack members. The skirmish danced on the edge of chaos, a symphony of snarls and the occasional yelp echoing through the night. It was a battle not just for territory but for the safety of those I held dear. Amidst the frenzy, I fought with a singular focus, my thoughts always drifting back to Iris, the vulnerability in her eyes etched into my mind.

“Crusher sends his greetings.” The last shot hit Rebel right at the base of the spine, leaving him alive, but not able to move even one inch. The men contemplated him, prone and helpless on the ground, his golden eyes huge in his face, then they shrugged and turned around. “I’m not risking another shot being heard,” the blond one said to his friend, then glanced down at Rebel. “See you in hell, asshole.” “That’ll be way sooner than you think,” Rebel slurred. “When my boys find out what you’ve done here, they’ll come for you, motherfuckers. They’ll come for all of you.”