Star Wars Rebels 3 Season Novels & Stories

I was assured since my mother would step in as the new leader while I sort my way into the beast’s pack. The servants started preparation for my wedding. The red fabrics were used in decorating the chambers and courtyards. The room for the bride had already been prepared and suddenly, I was eager to leave even though the wedding was happening in an interval of three days. I wanted to know what being a Luna tasted like and also deal with Alpha Moses for putting me through something I don’t want. “My lady, your wedding dress is here.” Stella said as she came into the room with it. “So fast?” I exclaimed in shock.

There was something about defeat and it was the certainty of it. After three moons of victory, the dreaded one finally knocked on Alaris’ door. The Rebellion was not happy tonight; there were no drums, no music, no ululating, and no dancing. Some were busy weeping at the ashes of their dead, while others nursed their injuries.

Like he had found a bug in a program he was trying to run. "Ah, the 'Anomalies,'" the man said, his voice booming through the megaphone. "Kaima and Rowan. The 'Star-Crossed Rebels.' We’ve been expecting you." He walked toward us, the crowd of survivors parting like water. "I'm Director Smith," he said, tucking his clipboard under his arm. "I’m the head of the 'Transition Team.' I want to thank you for your service. Your 'Rebellion' in Season 3 provided enough emotional data to fund this entire Preserve. You’re heroes, in a way."

Yelled our father using is alpha command. Matthew the Commander of our army just returned from what was supposed to be a milk run. Telling us he had a run in with the heathen we lost one of our men and our cousin Dj is in critical condition because the heathen infected him with its venom. Matt was fed from as well but for some reason wasnt injected with the venom. On top of that he failed to bring us the human rebel that wears the heathens mark which could lean us to the heathen. "So let me guess this straight. You went to fetch the human rebel that could be our only lead to get the heathen. Then the heathen showed up to get his girl and free the other humans" said my brother in anger.

Beside him are two others rebels, all three of them armed with an assault rifles. "Hello, Tristan," the guy with yellow hair starts. "We need to talk with you about something." "Me first," I say, getting up and wiping the bit of sweat from my eyes. "How about you tell me where I am, why I'm here, and where the fuck Rebecca is?" "Don't worry about Rebecca," the guy answers, "She's fine. My men found her before they find you, and quickly took her to our infirmary. She's alive. As for your other questions, my name is Martin, and I am the leader of the Rebel."

The trees grew dense, the path vanished, and the absence of patrol markers meant I was entirely exposed. ​Every sound made my heart leap—a branch snapping, leaves rustling, the distant cry of an owl. The childhood stories about the Neutral Lands rushed back to me: rogues lived here, lawless wolves who had turned their backs on the Moon Goddess and killed outsiders for fun. I used to think those stories were exaggerated. Now, I wasn't so sure. ​I wrapped the cloak tighter around my shivering frame, wincing at the cruel irony that the only thing keeping me warm was Kael's discarded garment.

Kia voluntarily explained. “ You really are a mess, aren't you?” Mona stared at him with disdain. Not that she looked down on him, she simply didn't like him. “ This is all because of my meddlesome mom. I'm definitely coming for that old hag one day,” Anakin fumed in false anger, though he was genuinely frustrated. “ It's a good thing your work doesn't involve sitting behind the desk and handling financial matters, if not the empire would have been ruined,” Kia didn't miss any chance to respectfully diss Anakin.

Fear fills every part of my body when my voice sounds like two people speaking, me and a voice I’ve never heard before, a young girl’s voice. “The rejected luna returns to burn her enemies to the ground but the carefully made plans may not fit inside the box she’s prepared. Your choices will have consequences you couldn’t have imagined. You have to make those choices but your revenge will not be straight forward as your choices will come with crossroads, choices and crossroads will determine your revenge. Find me on the alpha’s side, I’m waiting, Luna.” I drop the letter and push myself away from it. “What was that Ida?” “I…don’t know.”

His voice was deadly quiet, but the Alpha pressure radiating from him made Thomas step back instinctively. "Ryan and the others... how dare they collectively defect from Stormfang Pack?!" Damien snatched the papers from Thomas's hands, his eyes scanning the formal applications. Each signature felt like a dagger to his chest. Thomas glanced nervously at Sera again, who was watching the exchange with barely concealed interest. "Maybe... maybe it's because Luna... Roxanne left..." He stammered, clearly uncomfortable delivering such devastating news. "Alpha, you need to understand - these aren't just any warriors. Ryan commands respect from every fighter in the pack. The three patrol divisions t

Isabelle’s POV "You are going to need a lot of rest, Mrs. Blackwood," the doctor said, sliding the medical report across the desk towards me. I stared at the paper, my fingers shaking as I picked it up. The words on the page blurred, but the number was clear as day. Three… I was pregnant with triplets. A wave of heat rushed through my chest, making my eyes sting with sudden tears. For three long years, I had lived in hell as the unwanted Luna of the Blackwood Pack.