Star Wars Rebels Alliance Novels & Stories

Unlike the humans and creatures under the voice’s domain, the rebels didn’t have access to the rest of the world so these rebels needed to exit their shelter to gather food, supplies, and other weapons. It was a desperate one-sided war with the losing side always losing more people. It was only truly a matter of time until Earth was fully under the voice’s control. Today, the rebels had sent forth a squad to gather supplies, food, and weapons that could assist them. In truth, the squad was a gathering of people that the rebel base considered to be worthless. They were running out of food and had to thin their numbers. If the squad returned with food, they would be welcomed with praise but if

After she spends about a few second digesting the battle plans I send to her, she looks as if she was enlightened by it, and wholeheartedly agrees to follow everything. "That's great, I planned this whole uprising need to be ended before this stampede months end…since everything has stopped naturally the rebels won't suspect anything such as we attacking them…besides, should we waited after the Stampede months, I'm sure they will get the outside support…by then the rebel will surely just a small part of the trouble…". It's clear to see that, the Rebel does have outside support to launch this civil war, Visma Nation, and the Battle Star Empire has been dipping their toes in this conflict and

“What else happened today?” “We are in the beginning stages of two new trade agreements. We are also working on an alliance with the rogue leader, focused more on one of his small sub packs. It’s right in between us, and Dark Moon. They’re very small, and need allies. Both packs were the best choice, and we both agreed. I am hoping the alliance includes his sub packs in their entirety, but the closest sub pack is a good starting point.” “Um. What does an alliance entail?” “Mostly being support to each other if there is an attack or time of need. Working together on training. Being able to move between the packs more easily for meetings, supplies, education, and the like. Being a helping hand

I look to Jezebel with a question in my eyes: “what do I do?” Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears and gives me a slight shake of her head, saying ‘do nothing’ and ‘stay alive’. My soul burns with anger for my friend, hatred for her mother, and a hopelessness that I can’t change what is about to happen. “Let’s Begin”. Alpha Jameson steps forward to unite the two. “I, Alpha Jameson, hereby present these two to the Moon Goddess. This is a good pairing between an Alpha male and his soon-to-be Alpha Female. Alpha Hanson, do you take Sahanna as your partner? Do you promise to stand by her side and value her council from this day forward?” “I do.”

Even my own father had murdered his predecessor, poisoning him with silver in the same way Lukas had done to him. But I had never lived through that age. I had never known a time of war in Allusia. But this, I realized, was something more than outright war. Only an hour ago, it had been the rebels against my father, the Alpha King. Lukas had sided with the rebels, even led them depending on which pack you talked to. Now that he had claimed the throne, the rebels would split into smaller factions. The result would be immeasurable chaos within the rebel ranks, not to mention the severely dropped odds of the Whitelarks succeeding in pushing back the forces of the Silver Crescent.

Even now. "What are the numbers?" I asked again after contemplating the surreality of the entire matter. "They almost equal ours." I paused looking at Caleb who looked as disturbed at what he had told me as I was. "How is that possible?" I asked him certain that he had made a mistake in his estimation. "The Moonshadow pack has less than one-fifth of our warriors." Caleb's next words shocked me to the core. "Alpha Finn has allied with the Red Sky and Dawn Earth Packs. He has also allied with the rogues."

I looked up at the warriors who had followed me in, they were silent and their expressions were grim. The rebellion was no longer a distant threat and was not as small as we thought. How rogues and humans formed an alliance was beyond me, I couldn't comprehend it nor could I have thought that a day like this would come. They were here, right on my doorstep and they had made their first move. Leo growled in the back of my mind, his anger mirroring my own. “We need to act fast.” he snarled. “We will,” I said aloud, my voice cold and steady. “But first, we need answers.”

The storm was here, and they would either stand and fight or be swept away in its wake. --- Later that day, the rebellion’s forces assembled, a motley group of survivors, rebels, and outcasts who had come together under the banner of the Moonmark. The camp was filled with a tense energy, everyone sharpening weapons, preparing supplies, and setting their sights on the battle ahead. Each person knew what was at stake, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on all of them.

She places the call on speakerphone and we all wait when the click signals whoever it is has answered. “Hello Teagan, how can I help you?” My eyes go wide and I feel excited. I look at momma and she winks at me with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Hello Alessa. I need you help.” She says and I become giddy. The Mother’s Revenge are assassins and helped us get Rebel back. The Mother’s Revenge are fucking legends in both my world and the world of the MC.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.