Burden Of The Rebel Novels & Stories

“What is it?” “The baby,” David dropped his head, shame etched on his face. “I’ve felt so guilty over our child for years and yearned for a child of my own. Please whatever you do, take your revenge on Chelsea but not the baby. That’s the condition, I’m releasing the evidence to you,” Pain lanced Elena at his request. This monster had killed her child and now? He requested she save his. For a second she wished she was evil to take justice. Walk out of his prison with zero cares for the child Chelsea was growing in her womb. But she couldn’t.

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.

The city, now under an ominous calm, bore the scars of the recent clash in its stoic structures and silent corners. As Maximus led his dwindling band of rebels through the concealed thoroughfares, he couldn't shake the burden of responsibility that weighed on him. The sacrifices made by the untrained civilians in the central square haunted him, and he harbored a profound determination to turn their loss into a catalyst for change.

“They’re panicked and afraid.” “Hmm,” Talen hummed his agreement. “They have never run into real opposition, and they don’t have the numbers to deal with this scale of rebellion. I’m hungry,” he commented raising an eyebrow at Heath. “How about you?” “I could eat,” Heath grinned. “Let’s go get some takeaway,” Talen pointed at the vehicle above them.

“You showed them that you are not just a bridge between worlds, but a foundation that cannot be shaken. Your mother would have been in awe of the woman you have become.” “I don't feel like a foundation, Dad,” Rebel whispered, her voice finally wavering as the adrenaline began to fade. “I feel like I'm holding up a mountain with a broken arm. Elijah’s brother is still out there. The coven is still watching. This was just one battle.”

she smiles and Marcus thanks her. "Thank you doctor," I say just as we leave the room. We wait in line to get the prescription and finally leave with the bag of medication. Nathan falls asleep in the car during the short drive back to Marcus' flat. "Should we wake him up?" I ask when the car is parked behind the club. "I could try and carry him but he weighs like 200 pounds," Marcus says as we both watch him with his head resting on the window. We decide to wake him up because there's no way Marcus will be able to carry Nathan that far.

I gave a nod not wanting to make excuses for my shortcomings. From the look in her eye I could tell, I had said the right thing. “For now Swift,” Pete placed a hand on my shoulder. “All you need to know is that the rebellion is big. Spanning across all the provinces of Avaloria and the packs in all these provinces. I’m sure we can handle one mission without you. As excellent as you may be, you serve a greater purpose if you don’t die in the trial tomorrow,” My body trembled slightly at the knowledge. What had I gotten myself into?

Reid also hugs my mom, “We are forever in your debt and in your son’s debt.” “Nonsense! We are family! This is what family does. We help each other. I will not hear anymore of repayment or debts. Rebel is now my daughter and she is your granddaughter. I’m sure that makes my son your grandson. So how is there debt between families?” She adamantly tells them, “Now let’s get you to your room!”

As I sprinted through the streets, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, the weight of my shame and despair pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. Each step I took felt like a useless attempt to outrun the heart breaking reality of my wretched life. As I ran, the street blurred around me, the familiar sights and sounds distorted by my tears. I had no destination in mind, no solace to seek, my world felt dark, empty and alone. All I wanted was to just escape, to disappear into the darkness and leave behind the wreckage of my life.

Unless it’s a full moon, it’s nearly impossible to know we’re anything different than humans. Duncan Henna, the Chicago Pack’s Alpha, lost his son last night. One of the bodies laid out on the cold ground, his soul sucked free by a ruthless demon. My muscles bulge against the fabric of my thermal, doing my best to hold him from charging from our pack house in South Barrington, Illinois. Even with the strength of ten of us, we’re barely restraining him. Corrine, his wife, our Luna, and a nurse, fights to reach his neck, the needle on the syringe leaking the tranquilizer we’re trying to inject him with.