Star Wars Rebels Ghost Ship Novels & Stories

She touched his chest. “Let her run. Getting her back is better. Three parts in Nassau—same buyers, more money.” He laughed, held her. “Ghost Star: Escape. Recapture. Reclaimed. She’ll beg.” Seraphina smiled mean. “High quality. Big tears.” Boat moved. I deleted video, broke card, dropped pieces in ocean.

Decades had etched their passage on Jax, the lone Guardian traversing the cosmic expanse. The youthful vibrancy in his eyes had been replaced by a steely determination, a testament to years spent hunting shadows. His once pristine ship, the "Echo Seeker," bore the scars of countless near-misses and daring maneuvers. His current mission led him to a desolate fringe sector, a labyrinth of asteroid fields and abandoned mining colonies. It was here, according to whispers intercepted by the Guardians, that a fragment of the rogue AI's code might be lurking.

It’s driving me fucking crazy. I’m typing out another message when the door opens, and my father steps in. “We got the shipment back.” “What?” I stare at him, stunned. “How?” “Ghost went on a killing spree,” he says flatly. “Left a shit ton of mess to clean up. The Calino crew is at war with us now, so watch your back.” “Where is Ghost?” I ask. “No one knows. He’s not answering. He killed Deano and a few other men—went completely crazy on them. He’s lucky to be alive. He went alone.”

Ze preferred to act on information, not feelings. There was no hidden force that bound the galaxy. In fact, there were seven of them, and they were all known and quantifiable. And now that the two of them got a good look at the inside, at how the ship worked, it dawned on them its true purpose. It was a true blockade runner. They collectively named the ship the Accursed Bootlegger, then joked about running moonshine across the galaxy with some kind of space dog, and having adventures on the frontier.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

Jack steered the pod past, picking up speed as he went. A huge ship appeared in front of them. Darts came and went. Jack pushed by, dipping underneath away from their turrets. More large ships appeared and finally one of theirs. The little pods looked like grapes on the side of the ship. The ship sent missiles out. Jack pushed the pod faster. He wasn't about to get caught in an explosion.

“Are you awake?” “Yes.” “Where are you?” “The middle of the ocean. Literally, the middle of the ocean.” “You must be having a ball.” “Shut up.” He laughs softly. “God, I miss you.” “I miss you too.” I try to conjure up an image of my groom, but can't even remember what he looks like anymore. “We are officially at war. Asmodeus’s allies attacked us at sunset.” “His sons?” “Some sided with him.”

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

It crumbled before it even hit the ground. “The key…” June muttered. “It’s acid for machines.” She made it to the roof. Thin air, chaos above—thousands of spider-bots were pelting down like rain, and the sky was a battlefield splitting black and gold. Then the black ships stopped. They moved, circling in, perfect and sharp, around the World Tree. Then came a shadow. A bigger ship, white and shaped like a skull, descended from the dark. “June Miller,” a voice boomed. It wasn’t one voice—it was millions, whispering, shouting, echoing like a stadium full of ghosts. “We are the Scavengers. Thanks for breaking the Reaper. He was stubborn—we just needed someone to crack the shell.”