Burden Of The Rebel Novels & Stories

The rebels remained elusive, their network of support shrouded in secrecy and deceit. Zakariah's hatred for the rebels ran deep, fueled by their thoughtless acts of violence and their insatiable greed for power. Their reckless pursuit of their own agenda had plunged the nation into a never-ending cycle of war and suffering, leaving millions of civilians displaced or dead in their wake.

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

nothing to me. My wolf wasn't happy with how I was treating him, but he deserved this for talking to me that way. This time, I was not going to let him get away with it. He would have to deal with the results of his actions, and the sooner he realized that, the better for him. He wasn't in a position to choose between the two. He was in deep trouble. Deep, deep trouble. His kingdom was losing money and people because of all the bloody and expensive wars that had been going on for years. This made him turn to Zeifa more than he should have.

The rebel's voice raises with every word, the hurt and pain laced amongst his words making his stomach churn. I know better than anyone what that kind of pain can lure you to do. "Don't hit him," another rebel scolds, coming up to stand next to the kneeling one. "If we want to hurt him, maybe we should hurt the girl." Even though I can't see any of their eyes, the tilts of their heads suggest their attention is now trained on me. It wouldn't take much, to alert them to the fact that I am a rebel myself, and that I know of all their groups, and my own, to prove it. It would get me out of here, surely. And I would take that option, before dying here for Isaiah or Zire. But I can take a few pun

"I want them on their knees and begging for my forgiveness. What are you waiting for? Make them grovel before me!" Just then, Julian's furious roar thundered in from outside. "You've got some nerve. Who gave you the right to force them to their knees?" Behind him stood several members of the Sinclair family, their faces pale with terror.

The rebel stunned, but rather than wavering, she simply smiled, wiping a lean path of blood from the corner of her mouth. “Oh, this'll be fun,” Jessa murmured. The battle was brutal. Each strike carried the expectation to damage, each development planned to break the other. Lila's muscles burned, her lungs hurt, but she denied to drop. The circle of spectators blurred into the background—there was as it were Jessa. The rebel was quick, her assaults persistent, but she was too arrogant. Lila saw the imperfection in her beat, the division of a moment where her position cleared out her powerless.

said this being who turned out to be one of the rebels who had left the village. "So, you're one of the warriors who don't think I'm doing a good job. Well, let me tell you that in no case will I let this offense pass. You will be the first to experience our imprisonment system," Lyra said, positioning herself for battle. "You fill me with rage, Lyra. But I don't want to fight, I don't need to, because you will be the one to hand me that crown. You must understand that there is a very high risk if you don't, as we are not the only rebels united under the cause of the great Kole," said the rebel who was fueling the fighting spirit of his companions.

"Tell the families if I'm not back in three days, they burn the Russian syndicate to the ground." "Yes, Godfather!" I glanced one last time at the chip in my hand. The blood was dry, but I could still feel the violence of her act. “You are mine, Nora,” I snarled, pocketing the chip. “And I’m coming for you.”

Trying to absorb everything she was saying— not that I had a choice. “Oh no, Bree,” she smiled. “I'm still working there. I just need extra zeros in my paychecks to make ends meet. Plus your hospital bills need to be taken care of as well—” My heart sank at those last lines. Most times, I felt like a burden. Mom was doing everything to give Caleb and me a good life, and here I am— a sickly child, draining her financially because of some nameless illness doctors couldn't cure, only manage.

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.