Star Wars Rebels Alliance Novels & Stories

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.

“Me too.” Lucan appeared behind him, bloodied but grinning. “We’ve got a problem. The Gravemourn flipped. They’re not just mercs. They’ve been feeding the Crimson Order for years.” “What?” Kael barked. “They’re holding the rebel Luna. She bought us time, but—” A crash shook the entire fortress. And I turned— Just in time to see Darian walk through the smoke. Flanked by a dozen new wolves—silver-eyed, branded with crescent marks.

[Cade's Pov] The messenger arrived at midnight, panicked and bloodied. "Moonvale is under attack! Internal rebellion. Half their pack is trying to overthrow their Alpha. They're asking for coalition intervention." "Internal rebellion isn't what we do," Kai said immediately. "Coalition defends against external threats. We don't interfere in pack governance." "But the rebels are traditionalists within Moonvale. They opposed joining the coalition from the beginning. If they succeed, Moonvale withdraws from the coalition and potentially attacks other member packs."

"Coastal Watch stands with the Luna. We've already lost too many to Kessler's ambition. No more." Marcus stands. "Iron Valley pledges its full strength." Liam's hand finds mine. He doesn't stand because he never sat. Just pulls me against his side and addresses the room as Alpha and mate united. "Shadow Peak follows the Luna. Wherever she leads." One by one, the wolves in the room stand. Betas. Gammas. Warriors. Elders. Not pledging to the alliance. Not to their Alphas. To me. The weight of it nearly brings me to my knees.

“I’ve been discussing solutions to our problem with the council, and they suggested something that I am not in favor of, but it’s something that can work.” “And this something involves me?” He nodded. “Exactly. We need the Rebels as allies. We need their extra strength if we’re going to take on both the Snakes and the Mezcals.” “How can I help? You know I’d do anything for the club,” I said. He made a pained face. “Don’t say that.” “It’s the truth. You’ve never asked a thing of me, but I’ve gotten so much from you all.” “Please,” he said, holding his hands up, “stop. Listen to me.” He put his cigar out. “The leader of the Rebels, his name is Jetter. You know this story?”

“What the f-k did you wake me up so early to say?” “We sent an extraction team to your warehouse hideout, Ms Carter,” Phillip Salem said calmly. “As you knew that we would. They have not returned. Your allies at the warehouse are now considered hostile and dangerous, and as such we will be sending a larger force for the purpose of suppressing the rebels at that location.” Aislen saw Connery move, out of the corner of her eye, the rogue alpha adjusting his weight on his feet, and his eyes glowing with his wolf, preparing to fight.

"Father would have done the same." I leaned back in my seat. "Your alliance disruption worked perfectly, by the way. The Red Claw pack is furious with the Eastern Territory wolves for 'failing to provide adequate security' during the exchange. They're already withdrawing from the coalition." Derek's lips curved in satisfaction. "And our little border skirmish provided the perfect distraction." "So we're agreed?" I confirmed. "The new territory will be split equally between us when we annex it?" "Agreed," Derek nodded. "I'll handle the diplomatic cleanup. You've done your part—more than your part."

Many of them died taking their first real breaths. In just two seasons we have managed to rehabilitate about 40% of them. Our rebellion rose from those survivors. As we traveled from west to east and east to west, our numbers grew. The Luxandran nation has many sins to atone for across several continents. Combined with what remained of the Stellar Rebellion, we are a force numbering in the thousands that spans our entire world. One can now say that the sun never sets on the Solar Rebellion. My tablet is ringing. I answer. Everything is finally in place. The signal is clear.

This was supposed to be some serious meeting to discuss my coming coronation as the next Alpha but Neo seemed to be creating Irrelevant jokes. I just couldn't have anyone messing with any of my plans, we needed to become the strongest pack to ally with much greater packs but we couldn't do that if the Moon Star pack still stays at the top. "Alpha, they had honored the invitation, and as we speak right now. Alpha Scott of the Moon star pack is on his way," Neo my gamma spoke after a long silence. A mischievous smile immediately crept in the moment I heard what was said. My head nodded slightly in understanding while I rolled the paper on the desk,

"We have our reasons for wanting to take down Lycan. He's been oppressing our people for far too long. But we can't do it alone. We need allies." "We can be your allies," I said. "We know the layout of the fortress, and we know Lycan's weaknesses. Together, we can take him down." The rebel leader nodded. "Very well. We'll help you. But you must be prepared for the consequences. If we fail, Lycan will make us all pay." "We understand," I said. "We're willing to take that risk." The rebels spent the next few days training us, teaching us how to fight, and giving us weapons. They were a tough, hardened bunch, but they were also kind and generous. They shared their food and water with us and eve