Mandalorian Rebel Novels & Stories

I gasped, terror gripping my chest. ​Shapes began emerging from the gloom—dozens of heavily armed warriors, their silver pack markings gleaming in the faint moonlight. ​The stranger reached back, shoving me gently behind his broad frame. "Stay behind me." ​"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice trembling. ​He didn't turn around, but his voice fell into a terrifyingly calm register. "Because if they want you, they'll have to go through me first." ​Suddenly, a commanding voice shouted through the trees. "Lyra!"

She murmured, "I adore you." Damon planted a kiss on her forehead. He responded, "I also love you." "I guarantee we will come out of this situation successfully." The following day, excitement filled the air. Xander and his team had already begun their mission to stop the rebels, with all others in their designated spots, prepared for the assault. They were on the edge of their seats, feeling the intense tension while waiting. After that, they heard the initial noises of the conflict. Growls and screams reverberated in the air, prompting the packhouse to spring into motion. The villains had shown up.

Zayne snarled, gripping the hilt of the dagger like it was Pyro's neck he was squeezing. "The rebels aren't a group of sane men, Zayne. We're all mad. Only a madman can stand against the parliamentarians." Pyro chuckled, but it was more psychotic than humorous. "To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels."

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

Every ounce of fear he had ever inspired returned to him tenfold. Luna Amber stood rigid at the edge of the clearing, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Tears burned her eyes as she stared at her daughter—no, not a daughter anymore, but something vast and terrible and beautiful. She had hidden Rebel. Controlled her. Believed it was protection. Now she understood the truth far too late. Rebel lifted her head, her voice ringing with divine authority. “I trust those who protected me. I trust those who stood between me and harm.” Her aura flared brighter, painting the clearing in blinding green light. “But those who tried to break me…”

But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group. And the young man was now smiling very broadly as he drove the car through the royal gates. Who is it? Was it Daniel he was referring to? And this rebel group, No one knew that Caskey was a rebel who infiltrated the military.

"Good boy. Now you're going to meet my friends and I'd like it if you got along so please make an effort." "I will, I promise!" "So, the tall scary guy is Marcus, the ginger guy is Thomas, and the guy with tattoos is Lucas. Lucas has a permanent sub, he's called Joey. He's the only short person there so you'll know who he is." "So scary is Marcus, ginger is Thomas, tattoos is Lucas and short is Joey?" "Yes, you have to be respectful to Marcus, Lucas, and Thomas because they are dominants but you can be more relaxed around Joey. Marcus is especially strict and will want you to be perfect," Nathan tells me seriously and I nod.

No wonder I can’t reach Cronos. Last, I remember, Morgana was trying to kidnap Rebel. Instead, I jumped on her and dragged her through the portal. Then everything went black. She didn’t get Rebel or the boys though. So I’m happy to sit here and deal with the bitch myself, as long as she doesn’t go after my family.

They didn't look like liberators; they looked like executioners who had finally found their god. "Put the rifles down!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the cracked obsidian walls. I stepped in front of Dante, my wings unfurling to their full, jagged span. The "Obsidian-Gold" in my feathers was flickering, dying out, replaced by a dull, smoky grey as the Void-Hybrid in my womb continued to drain my reserves. "He is your King’s father! He is the reason the sky didn't fall!" The lead rebel, a man whose face was a jagged map of thermal burns and Lagos-scars, didn't lower his "Anti-Matter" rifle. His eyes were fixed on Dante—or what was left of him.