Star Wars Rebels Oc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Standing tall in the uniform, the youngest packs Alpha in history. Eyes as cold as winter, beside him stood Rhea, Radiant, perfect and Victorious. Ronan stared at the screen like it had punched a hole through his chest. Now, as an Omega, all his emotions are written on his face. “He looks, “ his voice fading. “Different.” I didn't answer because the man on that screen barely resembled the boy we had known. The warmth was gone, and the reckless grin and stubborn devotion had all been washed away. Rhea made my heart ache as I looked at her.

My head whipped back, stars bursting in my vision. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I tackled her, both of us smashing into Father’s desk, papers flying. The lamp tipped over, glass shattering, sparks flickering dangerously close to the carpet. “You don’t understand!” I cried, tears stinging my eyes even as I rained blows against her arms and chest. “Daniel is mine! He was always supposed to be mine!” Mia laughed through the blood on her lips, her teeth stained crimson. “He doesn’t want you! He never did! And he never will. That’s why it’s Rebel he touches at night. 'Rebel,' he whispers to. Rebel he loves.”

“She was me. And maybe, somewhere, she still is.” I take her hand, squeezing gently. “Then we live for both of you.” She smiles. The stars glimmer above us — infinite, alive. And somewhere far away, buried deep in the ruins, a single console flickers to life. SEQUENCE REBOOT: 1% LOADED.

"As is his right. As is every wolf's right. Your mother should have understood that. Should have moved on. Instead, she destroyed innocent lives, killed my parents. Stole my childhood. Ruined her own daughter's chance at happiness. All for revenge that solved nothing." "It solved everything," Selene said. "It gave my mother peace." "It gave her death," I corrected. "And now it's going to give you the same." Through the bond, I felt Darius getting very close. My brothers too. They were almost here. "Your family's coming," Alpha Riven observed. "Any minute now, they'll enter this clearing. And when they do, my archers will cut them down." "No," I said, my power surging. "They won't. Because I'

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

Austin POV I have my daughter in my arms. She is perfect. She has all her fingers and toes. Her hair is black like Rebel’s. Her eyes are like mine, I think. She gave me a small smile, and she has the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen. She yawns and I kiss her forehead. Rebel has made me a father once again, and I could be more in love with her and our daughter. Then chaos erupted. Rebel’s monitors go on the fritz, sounding all kinds of alarms. I look at Rebel, and she has become pale and has passed out.

Replied fright star. “Surprised you’d stick your neck out for a tractor,” Shriek mocked him. “Don’t look into it too much. Once these Reapers are dust, its back to wasting any Omni loving turncoats,” “Gold your oky too,” Lisa sarcastically said. White sparks of energy erupted from the pieces of the crushed reapers. In a flash of light, the pieces merged into a 10 foot, armored arachnid, towering over the team. Damn these Reapers.

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

urged Lucius, his words echoing through the council chambers. As the rebels grappled with the complexities of governance and power, Valeria, the cosmic visionary, sensed the growing discord from her communion with the Pillars of Unity. Quoted conversations among the citizens, scholars, and cosmic emissaries beneath the Pillars expressed a shared concern for the repercussions of the rebels' actions: "The cosmic convergence brought both mystery and conflict. The rebels must tread carefully, for their actions resonate through the cosmic tapestry," cautioned one citizen, their voice carrying a sense of cosmic foresight.

Elisse’s small body trembled against mine, her silent tears soaking into my tunic. “It’s over, Sze,” Renejay said, taking another step into the room, his presence filling the small space. His warriors fanned out behind him, blocking any hope of escape. “Your little rebellion ends now. You belong to me. The child belongs to me. The file belongs to me.” The hopelessness was a physical weight, crushing the air from my lungs. I had fought so hard, risked everything, and I had only succeeded in making everything worse. I was a fool. A reckless, sentimental fool.