Rebels Hera Syndulla Novels & Stories

“The rebels are a complication. We don’t know who’s pulling their strings, but we can’t ignore them. They’ll want to use the chaos to their advantage, and they’re already positioning themselves to take control. But they don’t know everything. They’re just pawns in this game, just like us.” Eva clenched her fists, her frustration mounting. “But how do we stop them? How do we stop the Empire?” Ryder leaned forward, his gaze sharp. “We go to the Citadel Obsidian. It’s the center of their operations. The final stage of Project Requiem is there. And Lyra... she’s the one they’re using to control it all.”

He closed his eyes, breathing in her light. When Vera opened her eyes again, Lucien pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m yours,” he whispered. “We face every nightmare together.” Vera nodded, voice thick. “Together.” --- They woke on the canyon floor to dawn’s golden haze. The Ember Hollow rebels stirred around them, blinking in the light. A woman with a scarred cheek—Selene—approached, staff in hand and eyes wary. “You returned,” Selene said, voice strength honed by loss. “The rebels ask: will you lead the strike on Skyforge Citadel?”

It took some convincing, especially when the last time he was away, Rebel slipped out and ceased all comms with us all. As for Rebel, well, she completely left the Mother’s Revenge. Alessa agreed that she had paid her debt to her after the killing of Billy Smyth. Rebel is now free and clear and is trying her best to adjust to normal life. I know at times it drives her mad, but she is adjusting. She helps me with the businesses and helps around the club.

The baby inside kicked again, gently, as if to reassure her. Ivy closed her eyes and let tears fall. She had lost so much. The clone, the Sanctuary, the brother she thought was gone… But she still had Asher. Still had her daughter. She whispered into the dim room: “Hold on, little one. We’ll protect you. That evening, Asher and Jaxon convened with Kira and the Rebel council in a cold, steel-walled war room. Holographic maps displayed Syndicate strongholds, now shifting, reorganizing under the cover of global misinformation. Malrick’s face dominated newsfeeds—villainous yet magnetic.

And in a distant forge, Ari Hale screamed as fire consumed her pendant reborn into something else. Three days later, under a blood-red moon, they reunited at the crag. Kael arrived with an old blade etched in Pact runes. Erin brought stolen maps from a fallen outpost. Lyra arrived last with bruises, but alive and news of a rebellion forming among the scattered villages. And Ari stood before them all. Different. Her pendant now a living flame, her eyes marked with the sigil of rebirth. “We’re out of time,” she said. “Saris has begun the breach.”

The crowd goes wild, braying for more blood, more pain, more suffering. Athenia lets out a soft little sob and grabs my hand. We hurtle through the cosmos and land in a different town square. This Athenia is dressed in her warrior clothing. Her hair neatly braided. This time, it’s not Darrick by her side, but Vesper who stands out so starkly in his white robe and leather sandals.

The air in the room shifted, “But I can't remember where I saw those set if eyes” “Yes, that's true. He didn't take any of your eyes” Silver observed. “Riya! Oh yes, I remember. Riya” The spoon Stella was holding dropped into her place with a thundering shattering sound. “I'm sorry” she regained composure but her face lost its colors already “Who's Riya?” Aiden asked, I looked Into the eyes of each one of them. Mom, Silver and Aiden are curious to know who Riya is. Fear and disbelief was over Stella's face while Lucian seems more interested in know more about who I'm talking about

‎Still. ‎Unfamiliar. ‎ ‎And wearing the burning sun symbol. ‎ ‎The new leader. ‎ ‎ ‎

"We shouldn't be down here. We should be finding a doctor, or a priest, or whatever the hell Alphas use when their souls are being sucked dry." "We’re doing exactly what we need to do," Dante said, pulling me closer as we navigated a narrow ledge over a pit of boiling coolant. "The rebels in the Shadow... they aren't just Scrappers. They are the leftovers of Elena’s first war. They know the frequency. They know how to stabilize the Tether without killing me." "And if they don't?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper over the roar of the steam. "Then I die a free man instead of a CEO in a cage," he answered, his obsidian eyes locking onto mine for a fleeting second.