Star Wars Rebels Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

For the time being, however, you have to end this rebellion and come back to us. If Belinda had been surprised before, it was nothing compared to now. She was so stunned by the last statement that she found it impossible to reply, her brain finding it difficult to process. Her mother wanted her to return? Georgina must have misinterpreted Belinda's susceptibility, because she pushed even harder. "I think we can both agree that this has gone on for long enough. You can't turn your back on us; we are family. Draven De Lacey isn't. You belong to us, Linda. To the Chicago Pack and Sorcerer Clan. Please, enough is enough. Come back with us."

The paint dripped from his fingers, but he made no move to clean them. "You're part of my story now," I said quietly. "Whether I like it or not." His amber eyes locked with mine, intense and searching. I continued working, adding final details to the painting. The bound figure was now partially free, emerging from fire into light, the cut strings floating away uselessly. Where our handprints overlapped, something new was emerging—neither puppet nor flame, but something stronger, unformed but full of potential. With a final flourish, I signed the bottom corner not with "Natalie Silverstone" but with "Vega"—my wolf name. Then I titled it simply: "Rebirth."

Lily blinked. “…Did he just disappear?” Adrian sighed. “Yes.” “I hate when mysterious people do that.” Elaine smiled. Some mysteries, perhaps, were meant to remain. But one thing was certain. The battle for reality was over. A new life had begun. And waiting in tomorrow… was someone neither of them ever expected to see again. End of Chapter Twenty-Five

“No women. No kids. Those are your rules, sir.” “That’s right.” Rebel stood next to Clint, towering over him as he pocketed the rebel wolf’s blade. He cracked his knuckles once again with a menacing crunch. The sound sent a visible shiver running through the other wolf. “And if I ever see you lay a hand on a woman again, next time, your queen won’t be here to save you,” Rebel growled. “I don’t want to see you near the Midnight Coyote ever again.” Rebel stared down at her attacker, his face full of pure contempt. “Now run, coward.”

Pretending I was in control. But this— This was different. My body wasn’t listening to me. My instincts weren’t mine anymore. Those four men… They weren’t going to make this easy. A sob escaped my lips before I could stop it. I covered my face, shaking. Then I thought of my surrogate mother. The woman who risked everything to take me away from this world. She had tried so hard to give me a normal life. To keep me away from this fate. From becoming nothing more than a pawn… a vessel… a brood mare…

But this damned university makes us wear silver bracelets we can't break, just to keep us from transforming. "Klein! You're only getting yourself into more trouble!" Sandro calls out from behind me. "And that's exactly why they call me the rebellious Omega!" I shoot back. "Just let me go already, Klein! I've accepted my fate!" "FUCK THAT FATE!" I shout, glancing back at him for a split second before we turn toward the right wing of the campus. "GET BACK HERE!!" the guards yell again, their footsteps getting closer. Sandro and I push our legs even harder, running until we turn toward the back of the buildings.

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.

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

Aric POV Adrian rushed past me and tossed a gun to Sinclair. “What the fuck?!” “I’ll explain later, Aric. Let’s go!” As soon as we reached the battle, our guards were struggling. Behind me, I see Alpha Austin and Luna Rebel. I’ve heard legends about Rebel. I’ve heard her brutal way of cutting warriors and rogues down.

Ella "You backstabbing bitch! I should rip your fake heart out and feed it to the fucking crabs!" I snarled under my breath. My fists clenched deep in the warm sand as rage exploded through every vein like liquid silver fire. My spirit and soul were angry. They demanded vengeance and I swear, I would get them. My eyes snapped open to a brutal sun blasting down, forcing me to slap both hands over my face. What the actual fuck? Where am I?