Novel & Cerita Lightsabers Rebels

In the far corner, was a messenger— the one who had probably brought the news about the rebellion. “You slapped me, Damien? Why? Because I said you should stop whining about your duties? Or because I told you to stop talking about that bitch?!” Lily immediately stood up, red her flaring about. She looked like a flame, with the way her face turned pink and ears pointed sharp. I was invisible to the rest of the pack members. Entering the hall, no one noticed me. What could have triggered this unrest in paradise? I was amused, I couldn't lie.

The warrior has no idea about what to fix too but his words made Luna remember something. "Oh, you are right. Electricity! Alarick did mention before that we do not have such a socket where we charge those machines with electricity. That's a good thing for us! Well, I will be joining them later if…" Luna was not able to finish the words that she wanted to say. Luna suddenly felt like everything around her was revolving and inside her head was so painful that she felt like her head would break. She held her head while trying to balance on her feet.

The darkness loomed ever closer, yet they refused to let fear consume them. In the heart of a sacred forest, under the canopy of ancient trees, Sable stood before her assembled army. Warriors from all walks of life, adorned in armor and armed with determination, awaited her command. Her mates, Jericho and Torin, stood beside her, their eyes filled with pride and unwavering belief in her leadership. "Today," Sable began, her voice strong and steady, "we stand together as one united force against the encroaching darkness. Together, we will face this threat head-on, knowing that our cause is just."

“Selene….” “I mean it,” I interrupted whatever he wanted to say. “I don’t care about the rest of the Razorback pack. They didn't know what Lucas did to me, they weren’t involved, and they were my family once, my pack.” They still are. “That's not how war works, Selene,” he said slowly. “If we go after Lucas, he won't fight alone. The pack will stand behind him.” I nodded. “I know. That’s why I need to do this carefully.”

His words ignited a spark in the hearts of our warriors, their resolve solidifying as they nodded in agreement. Lucian turned to me, his expression softening. “Are you ready?” I nodded, gripping the hilt of my dagger tightly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “Then let’s finish this.” The sound of battle erupted like a storm, a cacophony of growls, roars, and the clash of weapons. Damien’s forces were relentless, their movements coordinated and ruthless. The rogue army, enhanced by dark magic, moved with a ferocity that sent chills down my spine.

he roared, the name bouncing off the spires, but the connection had severed, leaving only a haunting silence. Lysara's constellation eyes darkened, her starlight cloak flickering as she waved a hand, summoning a scrying pool in the citadel's center. The water rippled, revealing fractured images: the lair in ruins, rebels fleeing, and Levi—bloodied but defiant—clashing with the armored figure at the ravine's edge. The leader's black armor gleamed with crescent runes, their helm obscuring their face, but the stance, the silver aura peeking through—it mirrored Elias's.

I said, and he nodded. "Jake, can you tell me how many people were in the forest when you killed those rogues? Apart from you and I, how many were there?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Two. Jacob and Max. They are the head lycans in my team and specialize in the rogue handling department," Jake said, and I nodded. "Do you know who I am?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes, and he looked at Alvin before nodding.

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.

Bound. “Come with me willingly,” he said. “Or I rip every memory you have from the ashes.” Kael shifted back into his half-form, blood slicking his jaw. “Touch her and I’ll tear your soul from your spine.” Veyrix barely glanced at him. But the rebel Luna moved again, placing herself between us all. “You want a fight, Veyrix? Try me.” Veyrix’s smile twisted. “Gladly.” He lunged. The two clashed in an explosion of light and shadow—power against power. It shattered the air like glass, sending a shockwave through the clearing. The rebel Luna screamed a spell in a language I didn’t know, and the trees bent away from her voice.

“Then why rebuild?” I looked back at the ruined city, the twisted metal. “Because the world isn’t done with us yet. And because vengeance doesn’t die. Instead, it waits.” The light in the mirror shifted, forming the vague shape of a wolf’s muzzle. “She belongs to the storm,” it said. “Then I’ll teach the storm who commands her,” I replied. The reflection grinned back, teeth like silver knives. Rael returned just before dawn. “The first of the outer packs responded. They’ll send reinforcements within the week. Supplies, soldiers, and…”