Star Wars Rebels Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”

"Now, daughter, surrender your power. Or watch your mate die." Gale strained against the shadows, his golden aura cracking under the pressure. Through the bond, pain lanced through Autumn, but also love, urging her to fight. She channeled the ring's light, blasting a beam at Marcus, but he absorbed it, growing stronger. The woman laughed, summoning more portals—Order reinforcements pouring in, overwhelming the rebels.

It had been years since the Motherhood had waged war against these particular hooligans, but she had a distinct idea of an Oklasawian’s appearance, their patched clothing, mostly denim and flannel, rotten teeth, dirt and grime covering them, as well as their backward ways of thinking that made her confident the representative she’d be meeting with was sure to be ignorant and a waste of her precious time. She’d agreed to meet with the delegate from Prime Minister Westley Heath’s government, though. Despite the fact that there was nothing the person could say to change their minds about coming over the river. The tracking device tripped by Mist Gretchintown earlier in the day was giving off a

Reya’s POV The dawn’s light stretched in muted beams through the forest, doing nothing to soften the heaviness in my chest. I moved through camp without armor, only leather and purpose. Around me, the ragged edges of my rebellion slept or prepared—rogue pups sparring, exiles tending fires, scouts readying horses. This is no longer Riverdale. No longer Lycans. No longer Luna under any chain. I climbed the main platform of the old temple ruins—no crowns, no banners, no titles. Just me, standing alone beneath the sky.

He began to dash around. Cornilla's retaliation was unique; instead of being concerned, she smiled sarcastically at the slave seller and slowly made her way to the barn. The slave trader became enraged. The follower rushed to attack the wolf at his command. But they have the same fate as pot-bellied. The prodigious scene made the slave seller consolidate in fear. Bellatrix, on the other hand, shuddered incessantly, standing still and terrified.

Alpha Carmen asked "That's not what I'm doing" Rebecca said "Then mind your business Luna Rebecca, whatever she did in the past is in the past, I'm not interested all I care about is our future so please kindly keep your opinions to yourself" Alpha Carmen said as he pulled Leia to him "You're a strange man, Alpha Carmen" Leia said as she wrapped her hands around seeking comfort in is embrace "You must know she can't leave until she pays what she owes Alpha Tristan" Rebecca said as she turned to Alpha Tristan who had said nothing all through

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

Well, I hadn't exactly seen it, but my visions had shown me enough to know that Raden's words were true. “And what did you see?” Sulien asked, a mocking smirk forming. I locked my eyes on his. “Blood and endless slaughter.” I drew a ragged breath and recalled my vision. “I saw a woman with her body nearly torn in half. Death claimed her as she was holding her baby… Those monsters didn't spare the child either. The infant had a slit on his little throat.” I closed my eyes, chasing that vision away. I felt Dearon's hand. He grabbed mine, squeezing it gently, giving me confidence to speak. I inhaled sharply and looked at the delegates' table. “This is your future. They will start with the rebel

I didn’t need to. Because right then, I knew—I wasn’t just back. I was here to make them choke on everything they thought they got away with. And this? This was only the prologue of their living nightmare. I hadn’t even begun to unleash the storm. The moment the auctioneer announced the land was officially mine, I rose to my feet slowly, sliding my sunglasses onto my face like a queen claiming her throne. Beside me, Cyrus stood—tall, calm, dangerous. And just like that, the room broke into whispers and sharp gasps

She stared at me, her breathing uneven. “Alpha Oleg is long dead,” I assured her. “He’s not coming for you. That’s impossible. The rebels were the ones after you. There was a clear reason for that. They wanted power, but they failed. They’re gone now, just like Alpha Oleg. No one is after you. You need to let this go. Focus on your training and your life. Forget about this.”