Star Wars Rebels Novels & Stories

Against every single person who ever doubted or tried to break me. With Caspian as the Hybrid Alpha, and me as Luna—even without a wolf—I had power now. Real power. The Lucost Glow was broken. Beatrice couldn’t hurt me anymore. But I could hurt her. They should all prepare themselves. Because a new Sai has risen. Not just Sai Ray. But Sai Smith Ray. And it’s time to strike back. Cruel. Merciless. And unstoppable.

I ordered steely. It was rather convenient to label her the leader of the resistance; how did a drone even manage to make its way here? A calculating move to declare war, The Rebel’s Creed has the confidence and the resources to fight us. “They started this war. I’ll finish it.”

The initials 'JG' and 'SL' gave it away—Jeffrey had set up the fireworks just for Sophie. Just like clockwork, Sophie sent me a video bragging about it. [Listen up, Jeffrey made this show for me and me alone. So what if you were childhood friends? So what if you're pregnant? He doesn't love you. [I guess your wedding isn't such a big deal. In the end, it's me he loves.] Then, a message from someone with a black profile picture popped up on my screen. I smirked at their words. Tonight was going to be the last blast for those two.

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

Michael: Stay on your game Rebel Rebel: Bye Daddy (phone dead) I summon a maid to bring my driver. The party this evening is A-list, so I won't be packing a gun. No issue. I wear a small pistol on my thigh for good measure and smile to myself. I am twenty-five, and my whole body is an arsenal. I don't need much to get the job done. Even my nails are lethal.

Rhea sneered and pointed the tip of the dagger toward my face. "Galen Asteri is drowning in debt so he ordered you to hire a street thug to stage an attack." "He wanted you to play the damsel in distress so my son would swoop in and claim you out of a misplaced sense of duty." Odetta whimpered from the velvet chair and covered her face with her trembling hands to muffle her sobs. "You are out of your mind if you think we have the money to hire Crimson Eclipse assassins," I argued back and gripped the candlestick tighter.

I turned slowly. My eyes scanned the room. Madi. And the others. Uninvited. Unwanted. “The Rebels are planning,” Madi said, his tone firm. “And we are yet to make a move.” I said nothing. I walked further into the room. Slow. Measured. Controlled. “If you are no longer strong enough to handle the Rebels,” he continued, “then let us know.” Silence. Heavy. Dangerous. Then. I snapped. Before anyone could react.

She was likely relieved to see him. Maverick’s warriors emerged from the trees, their weapons drawn. Rebel’s men responded in kind. His rebels didn’t outnumber the Grey Wolf elite warriors, but considering what they’d come for, it didn’t matter. Rebel recognized most of the Grey Wolves immediately. The faces that in his childhood memories remained boys instantly changed into those of the grown men who stared back at him. Grey Wolf elite alpha warriors. They all were. Except for Rebel.

Today was the feast of the Moon goddess and as expected,the moon goddess had beautified the heavenly realm. “But today was the perfect opportunity. Luca is at his lowest tonight. We need to strike and free as many captives as we can. Luca is a weakling and nothing is going to stop us tonight from dominating his territory. You need to consider your decisions.” Hardin looked like he was out to persuade me into doing what was earlier scheduled to be done. Hardin was right. Tonight would be a perfect night for us to unleash terror but then my premonition wouldn't let me. I had a feeling something awful would happen if we struck now and that feeling of leading my men to their doom sent shivers do

Zayne snarled, gripping the hilt of the dagger like it was Pyro's neck he was squeezing. "The rebels aren't a group of sane men, Zayne. We're all mad. Only a madman can stand against the parliamentarians." Pyro chuckled, but it was more psychotic than humorous. "To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels."