Star Wars Rebels Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After returning to this haunted raid, It's been a week here, and the whole day goes by normally, but at night, in nightmares, Cornella, the slave sellers, and the grumpy man's terrible appearance make it hard to breathe. During her sleep, she always has terrible dreams. She imagined a man descending from a great black cloud in a bright Flame of Fire; he moved forward towards her, then touched her with his long spear hand. He stroked his hand around her breast. On waking up, Bella’s chest began to sink, and she realized everything was a dream. But this abridged dream oppressed her negatively; mental trauma, distress, and heart shaking controlled her all in one row.

The crowd goes wild, braying for more blood, more pain, more suffering. Athenia lets out a soft little sob and grabs my hand. We hurtle through the cosmos and land in a different town square. This Athenia is dressed in her warrior clothing. Her hair neatly braided. This time, it’s not Darrick by her side, but Vesper who stands out so starkly in his white robe and leather sandals.

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

Carla stands still, watching everyone leave. "You too, Mother." An anxious and clearly angry growl echoes through the room. Sorem is wreaking havoc in Connor's mind, constantly pushing to shift and be with his mate. However, Connor is fighting to keep him at bay, causing an intense internal struggle. "I thought you were over your rebellious phase," Connor rubs his face wearily as he sits in the chair by the bed. His comment makes his mate frown. "I thought we were about to start being a normal couple, an example for the members of our pack, but this..."

Fang doesn’t give orders lightly and especially not to me. “I’m not a kid,” I say, heat creeping into my voice. “You don’t get to just…” “Rebel.” His voice sharpens, alpha cutting through the room. “Please.” Please. The word steals the fight right out of me. “Fine,” I mutter. “But if you’re planning something stupid..” “I always do,” he says grimly. I turn toward the hallway, every instinct screaming as I walk away. The clubhouse seems to close in around me, shadows stretching too long, corners too dark.

Silas finished. “He a bad man?” Ryder asked. “Yes, son.” Blaze answered. “He was a very bad man. He tried to take your mama.” Blaze explained. “He try to take mama.” Rebel asked as his eyes went black and fur started to sprout from his little body. Storm quickly took Rebel in her arms. “Rebby, calm down baby.” She hugged him tight. He breathed in his mama’s scent deeply. “But he try to take you.” He gritted.

Rebel and Siddharth were best friends, they had the same teacher who was Rebel's grandfather, however during their training years it was Siddharth who would always beat Rebel in the game, creating a high opinion and position for himself in his grandfather's heart As a result Siddharth rose to fame quicker and was more feared, however Rebel fell out with his grandfather for having favoured Siddharth more and he left the country to join the other world. That was why he harboured concealed feelings to snatch away everything that Siddharth had

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

"You won't be invited to the wedding." I looked him in the eye one last time. "I don't hate you, Damon. I don't feel anything for you at all." "Thank you for the life you gave me," I said, a small, cold smile on my lips. "And for the one you forced me to build from its ashes." As Leo and I walked out, I heard the sound of a chair crashing to the floor behind me. I didn't look back. Some stories don't get a new chapter. They just end.