Star Wars Rebels Ghost Ship Novels & Stories

Silence fell over the Wastes, broken only by the howling wind. Caleb let out a deep breath, the silver tattoos fading back into his skin. He walked over to Scarlett, who was leaning heavily on her jade brush, her chest heaving. He wrapped a strong, warm arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Not bad for a villainess," Caleb murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Not bad for a lab rat," Scarlett teased back, though her hands were shaking slightly from the adrenaline. But the victory was cut short. The fist-sized ball of scrap metal on the ground suddenly began to project a low-resolution hologram. It wasn't the Herald. It was a massive, sprawling cityscape of dark metal and violet light

They had spent the night scouting the northern coastal ridges, and the report they brought was not one of peace. "The ghost ships are real, Dad," Leo reported, his voice a deep and resonant rumble that made the obsidian beneath his paws vibrate. "They aren't made of wood or steel. They are massive shards of black ice: floating graveyards that move against the current. We counted three of them drifting toward our perimeter before we had to pull back.". "They are carrying the Void Howl into the water," Toby added, his kinetic energy nearly breaking the sound barrier as he paced the pier. "The resonance near the shore is already starting to turn grey. It feels like the ocean is trying to hold i

a stretch of the Mojave Desert where the iron-rich mountains and ancient military jamming towers created a hole in the world's digital map. "We're dropping," Silas announced. He had survived the blast by diving into a drainage trench, and had climbed into the ship’s belly just as we lifted off. He was now strapped into the pilot’s seat, his movements rhythmic and robotic. "Once we touch down, the ship’s transponder will be dead. We’ll be ghosts. But so will the thing following us." "Silas," I said, standing up on shaky legs, Florence shifted to my hip. "The dot on the radar. Tell me the truth. Is it him?"

Seeping out of those craters wasn't magma or water, but a thick, viscous, black-and-violet miasma that floated into the vacuum of space. "It’s the Abyss," Sebastian murmured. The mutated Titan blood in his veins flared with a sudden, violent hunger, reacting to the cosmic darkness outside. He gripped the armrests of the throne to ground himself. "The Golden Empire didn't just abandon this border. They lost it." [The Ghost Ship] "Commander!" Kenji’s voice spiked with panic. "I’m picking up a faint distress beacon! It’s not transmitting in the Architect frequency. It’s... it's a localized, low-tech radio wave!"

“You need to see this. Now.” I turn back to the main display as video feeds from Alaska fill the wall. The collapsed facility site is no longer quiet. Rubble shifts. Ice cracks. The ground pulses with unnatural light. Theo stands in the wreckage. Fully formed now. Scarred but whole. Silver eyes burning with cold intent. And he is not alone. Scottie stands beside him. Alive. Regenerating. The sight hits me harder than any blade ever could. Between them, held carefully as if it is sacred, floats something impossible.

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.

Ghost led the group, his pale face grim, while behind him came faces Raven recognized from their war days—Diesel, Viper, Hawk, and two newer prospects she didn't know. "Prez," Ghost said, approaching the porch with his hands visible but his expression urgent. "We need to talk. All of us." "This better be good," Jax replied, not lowering his weapon. "You know the rules about coming here unannounced." "Rules change when the Colombians show up asking questions about their missing shipment," Diesel rumbled, his massive frame tense with barely controlled aggression. "The shipment that was supposed to go through Diamondback territory before we burned their organization to the ground."

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

Built in secrecy beyond the Galaxy, and crewed by the offspring of veterans from the last war, the ship was loaded with long range sensors, highly specialized laboratory equipment, and the latest in stealth technology. That being the case, Xian Karrh couldn't be sure the war ship was even there, hidden among the slowly tumbling asteroids, until the identity of his shuttle was electronically confirmed and the Camouflage chose to reveal itself. A proximity alarm sounded as the stealth ship suddenly appeared on the control screens, grabbed the shuttle with a pair of tractor beams, and pulled it in. Pleased by the no-nonsense competency of the maneuver, the Dodvalian placed the vessel's systems

At port one night, heard of the ghost ship along with some other things. Captain Shane Reynolds once was the most feared pirate on the seven seas and most days, he still was. However, there was another pirate whose name was more feared than his own and he vowed to hunt him down. Problem was, no one has ever lived to tell the tale of Captain Reddick of the White Wolf. A few letters had been found telling of a deserted ship. The only life on board is a woman chained and blindfolded in the captain’s cabin. The girl is always rescued, but the ship was now notorious for being a ghost ship. Shane scoffed at this, he didn’t believe in the supernatural. He just figured it was an ugly and disfigured