Star Wars Rebels Novels & Stories

“How long ago?” “Two – three –” Rebel gave a hacking cough, spat blood. “Hours –” “OK, man, don’t talk.” Drake reached for his cell phone. “I’m gonna call for some help… you’ll be fine.” “No.” Rebel’s voice was suddenly very strong, very clear. He was fully there and present with them, and more than anything, that told them that it was all over. “Look at me.”

"They're looking at Sierra like she's the threat." I stood slowly, blade dripping at my side, the weight of their stares pressing down. A brown furred wolf from Isaak's pack whimpered, backing away as another rock tumbled from the hill above, courtesy of the tremor that still lingered in the ground. The elemental power hummed, unpredictable, and I clenched my fists to contain it, but sparks of energy crackled along my skin, visible even in the dim light. The rebels sensed the fracture. A group of them, led by a scarred black wolf, charged forward, taking advantage of the hesitation. Fangs sank into the flank of a distracted ally, claws raking bellies open in sprays of blood.

"This is it. We strike tonight, and we hit them hard. The Temple won’t be able to recover if we act fast. We’ve trained for this moment. Now we execute." Sena looked out over the faces of those gathered, her heart swelling with a fierce pride. These people, these rebels—they were her family now. And no matter what happened, they would face it together. --- That night, as the rebellion moved out under the cover of darkness, the desert came alive with the sound of their movement. They moved quickly, silently, a shadow in the night, weaving between rocks and dunes, heading toward the Temple’s outpost. It was a small force, but it was enough. They had the element of surprise, and with the power

"When I was drowning in the struggle for power, Karen was always there. She offered me comfort and encouragement. I was grateful for that, yes. But the only one I ever loved was Sera." The moment the words left my mouth, another man burst into the room with a small package. I tore it open, finding a tiny voice recorder inside. I pressed the play button. A familiar voice filled the room, cold and calculating. "Karen's been dead for a long time. So what? Your stupid parents will only believe me. All I have to do is put on a little show, and they'll always side with me. That idiot, Macro? He's no different..." The air was sucked from my lungs. A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart.

Emergency broadcasts flickered intermittently, overridden by cryptic warnings: Emergency Feed (blaring, distorted): “Patient zero terminated. System collapse imminent.” At a hidden safe house on the outskirts, a small band of rebels huddled around a flickering holo - map. Names weren’t spoken aloud, but one image flashed briefly on the projection — a pale, ghostly figure, a spark of hope amidst the surrounding chaos. Rebel 1 (grim, urgent): “We can’t wait for them. If the city falls, no one survives.” Rebel 2 (nodding, resolute): “We find out what EVO really was. We stop it — before it’s too late.”

Oh hell no! "I'm actually recruiting a Rebel Alliance," I offered. "What's in it for us?" Tigger asked. "Dubious glory, improbable hope, an unfamiliar future and the unique experience of pitting your defiance into the Eye of the Abyss before the End," I promised in Old Kingdom Hittite. "Does that kind of oratory work on males?" Daphne mused. Violet, Fabiola and Paula swept into Katrina's office. "What is that?" Fabiola inquired. "I'm looking for the proper terminology to entice some ladies into a rebel faction," I replied pleasantly.

“Then let’s get ready to break them.” Behind us, the gate still burned. But I was no longer afraid. Because I wasn’t just the storm anymore. I was Elara. And I’d just declared war on the stars.

They huddled together in fear, caught between the rogue wolf's hidden accomplices and the beta enforcers who couldn't risk a shot. Charlotte Reed crouched among them, her face drained of color. She clutched her phone uselessly, territory enforcers already on their way but too far to help now. "How did we get into this?" she whispered to no one in particular. "One minute we were in class, and now..." Her words trailed off as she watched the scene unfolding on the bridge. Florian Nightshade stood motionless, his powerful frame silhouetted against the sky. The briefcase of gold bars lay open at his feet, glinting in the sunlight.

Kern reported, giving me a quick nod before taking his seat. “Without wasting any time,” I began, addressing both the room and the broadcast, “we have confirmed that we share a single, united enemy: the Rebels.” “Alpha Theo, did the Rebels launch an attack on your territory as well?” Ryder questioned from the screen, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Yes, they did,” I replied, breaking down the details of the perimeter breaches and food warehouse attacks. A murmur of shock rippled through the officers on the call before I raised my hand to quiet them down.

felt afraid. The Luna has reclaimed her Pack! Elara is leading an army of "Archived Assets"—a messy, multi-genre rebellion—down to the "Distribution Hub" to hijack the multiverse's broadcast. But on Floor 0, the "Universal Underwriters" are preparing their final defense: a "Series Reboot" that will turn Elara's own army against her. Can she maintain the "Empathy Link" when her friends are being "Re-Written" into enemies?**