Darth Maul Rebels Novels & Stories

Michael: Stay on your game Rebel Rebel: Bye Daddy (phone dead) I summon a maid to bring my driver. The party this evening is A-list, so I won't be packing a gun. No issue. I wear a small pistol on my thigh for good measure and smile to myself. I am twenty-five, and my whole body is an arsenal. I don't need much to get the job done. Even my nails are lethal.

What they saw froze their blood in their veins, smashed their breath clean out of their chests. Rebel was lying there on the path, most of his huge upper body in the house. He was silent and unmoving, and even from fifteen feet away, Dux and Drake could see the blood covering his back, soaking through his cut. “Fuck,” Drake muttered, looking around them. “I’ll go, you keep watch.” “Got it,” Dux whispered back. “Be careful, man.”

The masked man's eyes flashed a dark, cold glee, but he didn't dare to let his heart believe it. After all, their enemy was none other than David Xiver. “What else do you have to say? Then, seeing the troubled expression on Rebel’s face, he asked coldly. When Rebel heard his master’s question, he gulped down. He had an awkward expression on his face—"M. ma. Master, someone seems to vent their anger on young master Daniel.

He looked at me, our father then at the door where the rebels laid outside. Then finally, he said, “Fine.” His voice was firm. “I’ll swear it.” Xander nodded. “Then let’s do it now.” *** We all got up and headed outside, I supported Darius because he was still a bit weak. Xander can be stubborn most times but I didn't blame him for the cautious measure he was putting in place. It was necessary. All the rebels gathered to watch, their expressions neutral. I was nervous about this. Darius walked over to the center of the camp and stood there with an unreadable expression as Xander handed a dagger over to him

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

Because now it's impossible to be like that . My life has been changed a lot since then . I have become a professional assassin . Who would kill people . Just to earn money . That's what I have been doing for years and so . Now there is no point in turning back . I always come here so that I won't ever forget the mission I set for my own self , years ago . I need to take that bloody bastard down in order to take revenge for my father . And I will succeed one day .

“What the f-k did you wake me up so early to say?” “We sent an extraction team to your warehouse hideout, Ms Carter,” Phillip Salem said calmly. “As you knew that we would. They have not returned. Your allies at the warehouse are now considered hostile and dangerous, and as such we will be sending a larger force for the purpose of suppressing the rebels at that location.” Aislen saw Connery move, out of the corner of her eye, the rogue alpha adjusting his weight on his feet, and his eyes glowing with his wolf, preparing to fight.

Zayne snarled, gripping the hilt of the dagger like it was Pyro's neck he was squeezing. "The rebels aren't a group of sane men, Zayne. We're all mad. Only a madman can stand against the parliamentarians." Pyro chuckled, but it was more psychotic than humorous. "To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels."

It's obvious. Darth was running too fast, but he didn't seem to want to talk to me. He is broken, just like me, he is also afraid. He just stopped at the cliff where our mate fell back then. He let out a low growl and looked down into the deep water and looked up at the round bright moon. He howled so loud and long to release all the heavy feelings in our chest. He was frustrated, so am I; wanting to forget everything but we couldn't.