Star Wars Rebels Fanfiction Oc Stormtrooper Novels & Stories

There is something in her which is dragging him towards her. Since Storm has seen her he is almost out of his control and being rebellious. The more Daxon thinks about hurting her the more Storm starts rebelling and always promises to him that he will protect her from his own human form. The inner battle inside him is going on since the ball between Storm and Daxon. And both of them are alpha personalities so no one is going to give up this soon.

He had retreated like a coward. This battle might be over, but the war was far from it. One of our warriors brought over some clothes for Roman and me that we quickly changed into. The most unlikely of forms. That was precisely what the Goddess told Storm. Well, a demon fit that a little too perfectly. Storm’s instincts rose to the surface, sharp with awareness. Her senses were a thousand times deeper than mine, and I felt them filtering through me. He stood there, as if waiting to be struck down.

Just like that, my forces crumbled like I never had it, my rebellion extinguishing like a flickering flame in my very own eyes. Now, amidst the ashes of my dreams, I stood alone. The only warriors of mine who had survived lay on the floor, their bodies destroyed by the storm pack's warriors. Every single one of them scattered around me. Their defeat was absolute, their rebellion a painful memory. A low growl tore through the silence, shattering the stillness of the night. I turned, my gaze meeting the unwavering eyes of alpha Cross, the alpha of the storm pack. The alpha stood tall. He was a figure of power and authority with the weight of his leadership etched upon his face.

I found Jessica annoying, but it seems as if Storm likes her. 'It's not fair for us to be fucking someone else and then sleeping next to her. At least the omega is a good fuck.' I didn't see it as that, maybe because I gave in control so that I wouldn't have to witness it. I wasn't a coward, I just felt like maybe it was something that I shouldn't see. 'Stop acting like you're a Saint. Get a move on, I need to release some steam.' Yeah, Storm was the crazy one, not me.

Lucas thought about it for a while. He was unfamiliar with Anchorage Base City. Hence, it would be nice to have someone lead the way. "Okay." Lucas nodded. Storm’s face lit up with delight as if he had completely forgotten about what had just happened earlier. Even Lucas was slightly stunned when he saw this. He thought to himself, ‘Could this guy called Storm be interested in men? Could he have fallen in love with me at first sight?’ Lucas soon shook his head and wondered why he would even have such perverted thoughts?

“No! I’m not going to kick you out of your job! I’m too jealous to let anyone else have you as their second-in-command. I only share you with Galen because I have to.” She relaxed as we resumed our walk to Anton’s cell. “Good, because I don’t want to leave. This is my home. You are my home. And as for Galen, I feel like we’re in a love triangle. He dotes on you as much as he dotes on me.” I nudged her shoulder with my own. “I’m sorry, Storm. I’ll try to back off a little.” “It’s okay, Tawn. I know you don’t mean anything by it. I just get jealous sometimes.”

Caelan said grimly. “No,” I whispered, heart pounding like war drums in my chest. “She wants us afraid.” “Too bad for her,” Orion murmured, voice a dark thread of promise in my ear. “We’re past fear now.” And as I looked around that room — at Corin’s calm fury, at Bram’s hungry smirk, at Seren’s still gaze and Caelan’s determined stare — I realized something. We weren’t just a rebellion anymore. We were the storm that would answer her fury with fire of our own.

He began to dash around. Cornilla's retaliation was unique; instead of being concerned, she smiled sarcastically at the slave seller and slowly made her way to the barn. The slave trader became enraged. The follower rushed to attack the wolf at his command. But they have the same fate as pot-bellied. The prodigious scene made the slave seller consolidate in fear. Bellatrix, on the other hand, shuddered incessantly, standing still and terrified.

Olivia said, feeding off Lucas’s anger, trying to control him and deepen his hatred for Amelia. Lucas fell silent at her words. Slowly, he calmed down and sat, holding his head. Olivia immediately approached and held his hand. “You don’t need her anymore, Alpha Lucas. She’s just a wolfless omega. She’s nothing. Why chase after a woman who betrayed you? She deserves to be taught a lesson,” Olivia whispered like a devil, intent on manipulating him. “It’s not too late to take revenge on that woman. I’m on your side. I’ll help you get back at Amelia—the wolfless omega who ruined your image as Alpha,” Olivia continued, twisting Lucas’s already chaotic thoughts.