Rebel Novels & Stories

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.

"Godfather, are you saying…" "He took what's mine," I snarled, my fist shattering the windowpane. "That goddamn Russian." Blood seeped from my knuckles, but I didn't feel it. I was consumed by rage. She wasn't dead. She had literally cut a piece of herself away to be free of me. She would rather die than be mine. "Prep the jet," I ordered Marco. "Destination: Moscow." "Godfather, is that wise? It could—"

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

He didn't even offer to carry the nails. I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up and saw Reva. She is a mid-rank wolf, and she’s the only friend I have. She was staring at me from across the circle. She looked like she wanted to punch someone. She barked a short, sharp breath... the wolf way of saying, I see you. This is bull. I just shook my head a little bit. Don't, I thought. It's not worth it. "Maren!" my father barked.

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

So, we created a scene in which we made Laura and Damien believe that 'Rebel' was dead. Rebel is a short version of Rebellious, which is what everyone here calls her, since she is known for her rebellious personality. She never stopped herself from trying whatever it was to escape her present. She is exactly her mother's daughter, which is annoying. I never got to see her or come here since I knew that the werewolves were keeping an eye on me, and I couldn't take the risk of being exposed to the enemies. Unlike me, Tristan sacrificed his sixteen years to keep an eye

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

Maya cried out and Naya slapped her. "What's that for?" Maya glared at her. "To reset your brain. We didn't come here for this, behave Maya." Maya huffed and looked away, not throwing a fit anymore and finally going silent. "We need your help Jeremy," I faced him, and I became serious, taking a sit beside Naya. "What could you possibly need my help with?" He frowned, looking baffled. I exchanged smiles with the girls and they nodded in approval. "We are starting a rebel group and you're the only guy we're letting in on this," I informed him and he frowned.

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 scoffed lightly, Better to die by their guns than to have that handcuff shamelessly cuffed around my wrist. The moment I saw a tiny spot for me to escape through I dashed towards it, calculating in my head that they wouldn’t want to fire bullet in an open space where majority of civilians are. But I was wrong, at the first step I took, I felt bullet pierce into my body, by the time I had moved three steps away, numerous shots had been fired into my body, i coughed out blood and slumped to my knee. My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,”