Lightsabers Rebels Novels & Stories

Aric POV Adrian rushed past me and tossed a gun to Sinclair. “What the fuck?!” “I’ll explain later, Aric. Let’s go!” As soon as we reached the battle, our guards were struggling. Behind me, I see Alpha Austin and Luna Rebel. I’ve heard legends about Rebel. I’ve heard her brutal way of cutting warriors and rogues down.

And from it, how the rebellion rose to what it was today,ruled by Damon's cousin, Stanley . "A lot of this is speculation, admittedly," Shadow said, "as our sources about the rebels have been stifled until now. I had hoped that our alliance with your pack would quell the rebellion's concerns and usher in an era of peace ... but rather, it seems the powers Lily possess has given them more cause for concern. Their attacks have grown in significance since Scar discovered her powers , and although they are isolated to the goblin territories for now, we have every reason to believe that they will begin causing chaos in Lauchair's , too, if we don't put an end to it."

he said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the room. “No,” Susan snapped, her voice made Chris tremble a bit, that's shocking, “It’s not.” My dad placed a hand on my shoulder like that would somehow stabilize the situation, “This is my daughter Rebel. I've mentioned her before.” “I know who she is,” he snapped, not taking his eyes off me. CHAPTER 4 I folded my arms taunting, “You think I'm happy to see you again too?” His eyes flicked to me, green eyes firing with rage.

“It’s okay. It’s the rebels.” The doors all around the throne room slam open a few minutes later, and one by one the members of the rebel army march into the destroyed throne room. Matthew and Grayson welcome them as liberators of the city, and though it doesn’t seem clear which one of them is going to be taking over as Alpha, their first orders to their troops are in perfect agreement.

The swirling mist cleared to reveal a desolate desert landscape, devoid of any witness except for each other, the stark isolation intensifying the weight of their impending conflict. Alone in this barren expanse, Asmo and Satan stood poised for battle, their minds, bodies, and emotions honed to a razor's edge. With a sense of grim determination, they drew forth their ferocious Sabers, each a reflection of their inner turmoil and unyielding resolve. Asmo's Saber, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura of ominous power, while Satan's Saber blazed a fierce and blood-red hue, mirroring the intensity of his emotions.

“Good luck.” Negotiations drag, faction leaders arguing, some cursing, others listening as my light keeps the room steady. “We can end this,” I say, voice firm. “Work with us.” “Risky,” a leader says, fangs glinting. “Why trust you?” “Because we’ve fought Calix’s shit before,” I say, light sparking. “Like the hidden realm.” “Fair,” another says, nodding. “We’re in.” Skirmishes hit hard—rebels ambush us in the streets, blades flashing under the red sky. “Keep moving!” I yell, light burning a path, Jude’s shadows tearing rebels apart.

There I saw the twins, Liana and Liam, already equipped with their light armor. It hurt me to see them like that; they looked so young, barely children seeking their place in the pack that had murdered their parents years ago. I felt a knot of pride and fear in my chest. “You two, don't leave my side for a second!” I ordered them mentally. They looked at each other and nodded with a determination that did not correspond to their age. In front of the mansion gates, two huge rebels, almost the size of Alphas, blocked our path. They were wolves with yellow eyes, filled with hatred.

felt afraid. The Luna has reclaimed her Pack! Elara is leading an army of "Archived Assets"—a messy, multi-genre rebellion—down to the "Distribution Hub" to hijack the multiverse's broadcast. But on Floor 0, the "Universal Underwriters" are preparing their final defense: a "Series Reboot" that will turn Elara's own army against her. Can she maintain the "Empathy Link" when her friends are being "Re-Written" into enemies?**

Rebel’s step falters. No, don’t believe her Rebel, don’t believe her. “Awww, did I hit a nerve? Aww poor Rebel, who no one loves or wants. Not even your men. They will get over it soon. You see, they only feel sorry for you and want one thing from you, one thing I have already given to them.” Luna laughs sadistically and Rebel is in shock just standing there. No, don’t you dare believe her!

"They're looking at Sierra like she's the threat." I stood slowly, blade dripping at my side, the weight of their stares pressing down. A brown furred wolf from Isaak's pack whimpered, backing away as another rock tumbled from the hill above, courtesy of the tremor that still lingered in the ground. The elemental power hummed, unpredictable, and I clenched my fists to contain it, but sparks of energy crackled along my skin, visible even in the dim light. The rebels sensed the fracture. A group of them, led by a scarred black wolf, charged forward, taking advantage of the hesitation. Fangs sank into the flank of a distracted ally, claws raking bellies open in sprays of blood.