Novel & Cerita Rebels Hera Syndulla

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

Luca sneered. “ Who she is to me shouldn't bother you. All I demand is for you to let her go.” I snapped. Luca smiled and leaned forward. “ Since you are not willing to share with me,I have a surprise package for you. I was hoping to make a formal introduction of an important person in my life. My latest concubine. The dark moon pack’s new Luna. Sheila." The door to my office opened and a green eyed blonde girl - a lady dressed in baggy pants and a hoodie. Her hair fell straight over her shoulders, complimenting her shoulders. Her frail petite frame and perfect facials made my heart race.

“You’re the last one of us who still acts like you don’t remember what you’re capable of.” Lucian didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were cast down. “You saw what happened to Helena,” Rowan went on. “You did what none of us could. And maybe we hated you for it. But she was never going to stop.” Helena? I frowned, trying to place the name. And then it hit me. Helena Rivers. The rebel Alpha from the east. She was known for her cunning tactics and opposition to any pack alliances. I remembered hearing rumors that she’d disappeared after crossing the wrong Alpha.

Persephone told her and everyone halted upon hearing it, vexed what could happen. “Who are you talking about?” Freya asked sternly. Persephone smirked darkly and told her the name of the person who stole the relic in the first place, “Zadicus Snyder.”

Unless it’s a full moon, it’s nearly impossible to know we’re anything different than humans. Duncan Henna, the Chicago Pack’s Alpha, lost his son last night. One of the bodies laid out on the cold ground, his soul sucked free by a ruthless demon. My muscles bulge against the fabric of my thermal, doing my best to hold him from charging from our pack house in South Barrington, Illinois. Even with the strength of ten of us, we’re barely restraining him. Corrine, his wife, our Luna, and a nurse, fights to reach his neck, the needle on the syringe leaking the tranquilizer we’re trying to inject him with.

Elias’s voice broke, raw with disbelief. A woman stepped fully into the moonlight, her cloak snapping in the wind. Rhea—a warrior from Silver Ridge, one of Elias’s closest, the one who had sworn to Serena at the start of this cursed journey. Her dark braid swung over her shoulder, her eyes glowing faintly with an unnatural silver sheen. Serena’s throat went dry. “You?”

"This vessel is an Alpha! His strength is infinite!" "His strength is mine!" Rhea shouted back. She began to walk toward the center of the ruins, her silver-and-violet aura expanding until it pushed back the mist. She could feel the connection between her and the beasts—a thousand threads of dark energy that she was pulling on like a puppeteer. She was the general of a nightmare army, leading a rebellion against the god of the void. "Zane! Get up!" Rhea called out, seeing the younger Alpha stirring near the edge of the rubble. "We need the fire! We need everything!"

Adrian corrected. “They chose Atlas.” A deep rumble shook the ground. One of the armored trucks rolled forward and stopped fifty meters from the gate. Its doors opened slowly. A tall woman stepped out. Black coat. Silver hair. Eyes like knives. She removed her gloves calmly as rain poured around her. Aurora watched the hologram closely. “Who is she?” Rafael swallowed. “That’s” His voice lowered. “Helena Voss.” Marcus stiffened. “Leader of the Seraph Syndicate.”