Rebels Hera Syndulla Novels & Stories

It had been weeks since she defeated Draven, and she had been diligently fulfilling her duties as the chosen one. As she turned a corner, she stumbled upon a hidden alleyway, filled with secretive whispers and darting shadows. Curiosity piqued, Scarlett cautiously made her way towards the hidden commotion. She peered through a cracked wooden door, her eyes widening at the sight before her. A group of rebels, supernaturals from all walks of life, huddled together in a dimly lit room. Their faces bore the scars of past battles, their eyes filled with a burning determination. Scarlett recognized them as individuals who had long spoken out against the oppressive ruling council, seeking to bring

she replied. “Oh, these humans really are something else, aren't they? It's no wonder the moongoddess loves them so much,” Sabbath said. He turned to Daniella again, and asked, “Your flames are gone; I cannot sense them at all. What's going on?” “The herald of judgement took them,” Daniella replied. “What? Those beings are still alive?” Sabbath exclaimed with shock in his voice. “No, but they were reincarnated. They are now three young girls who are still learning how to control the abilities of the Heralds,” Daniella replied calmly.

Even if she did, they wouldn't be able to establish a case here in this country. Yasmin sat on the couch and smiled softly. "Jessika, right? I'm Yasmin Starr, the one who sent my people to rescue you from that prison in Merania." Jessika said gratefully, "Thank you." Yasmin asked, "I heard Elise returned to Merania half a year ago and took revenge on all three of you. Is that true?" Yasmin was right on the money. Three people bullied Elise back then. At first, they were good friends—but their friendship fell apart when Elise seduced Jessika's boyfriend.

called a gentle voice from inside. The healer's cottage smelled of dried herbs and burning sage. Eleanor Blackwood, the pack's healer for the past thirty years, looked up from her worktable where she was grinding something in a stone mortar. She was an older woman, her dark hair streaked with silver, her face lined with years of wisdom and compassion. "Luna Lyra," Eleanor said, her expression warm. Then her smile faded as she took in Lyra's appearance, the way she clutched at the doorframe for support. "Child, what's wrong?"

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

The only rebels that had escaped the initial battle had been located hours ago, on the other side of the town, headed toward Aricornia. Despite Lightning’s confessions and all of the information White had gotten from her when she’d shot Hurricane, the forest was expansive, and these rebels had tools the Motherhood couldn’t combat. Tablets that told them where the Mothers were located, so long as they had their monitors on, which they had to keep on in order to communicate with one another. Shields that hid fire and smoke. Another device that would keep the hounds from scenting them. How they had managed to create all of these tools and keep them a secret from the Military Mothers was beyond

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

Reyona’s mind strained against the possibility of the height of this woman's madness. She need not bother because what she feared was exactly what happened. Allysyn hesitantly entered her frame of vision. Unharmed! Unharmed, untied, yet terrified. “Ally…!” Reyona struggled, and the chair almost tipped over this time as she saw Allysyn finally looking away from Susan and towards her. “Reyona! You…” Susan grabbed her before she could rush forward to Reyona. “Now, look here. You little bitch. I am your mama! I gave birth to you, ruined my body for you and suffered for you. That woman right there is the enemy. She is the worst!”

But we remained steadfast in our commitment to rebuilding and strengthening our bonds. Bella played a pivotal role in this healing process. Her compassion and empathetic nature served as a guiding light, reaching out to those who had been swayed by the rebels' influence. She listened to their grievances, offered understanding, and helped them rediscover their sense of purpose within the pack.