Exiled Rebels Scanlations Novels & Stories

Leon's men replied quickly. Then Leon carried Venus out of the mansion through the large window that the enemy leader had used to escape. 'You must be safe, my dear,' Venus thought as she continued to stare back. She continued to do so until she finally saw one of Leon's men carrying Aurel's body out through the same window. And a few seconds later, a large explosion was heard from the side of the mansion; a large fire was seen starting to burn one side of the mansion that had been his residence for three years.

But there was only one sample. Oliver's family emptied their wealth to secure it for him, but Lina stole it. With his last hope gone, Oliver chased her out of the base. But before Lina could inject herself, she was bitten—by none other than zombie Oliver. Her screams drew in more undead. In the end, just like in my past life, she was torn apart. The lost vaccine was later recovered by a neighboring base leader, who used it to save his life. Out of gratitude, he allied with our base—an alliance that later helped Ace and me rise to power.

Thalyx said as he laughed. "I can't go back to the Beast Nation, and I can't go back to you. It's utterly pointless. Let's elope to the ends of the earth and go to a place where no one can find us. Or how about you die with me? Maybe we can be reborn again after we die. Maybe we can love each other again in our next life." He leaned his head into the crook of my neck, and his icy body made me shudder. Just as his sharp blade was about to touch my chest, I abruptly pushed him away, pulled out the sharp dagger from my sleeve, and stabbed Thalyx in the neck. Blood splattered all over my face, and Thalyx's expression visibly twisted.

"This is exactly what the Source did to us!" The Final Stand in the Lab The conflict was interrupted by a massive explosion at the facility's main gate. But it wasn't the military. Stepping through the smoke were the Scrap-Lords—or rather, the real-world survivors who had been "Hard-Wired" to the old world's tech. They wore jury-rigged exo-suits made of pre-digital scrap, carrying "Analog-Projectiles." "They've come for the 'Source'," Rhys shouted, cowering under a desk. "They don't want the Update! They want the world to stay dead and predictable!"

Their giant iron gears shrieked like dying mechanical beasts, throwing off fountains of yellow sparks and white rock dust as they chewed into the un-etched veins, preparing to drain the raw marrow before our newly formed open-source pack could even draw a perimeter map. "They’ve already breached the secondary fault line," Kemi spat, her voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the extraction rigs. She was standing on a jagged ledge of granite, her hand flashlight casting a weak, dust-choked beam over the edge into the deep excavation trench below. Behind her, a silent, grim-faced vanguard of nearly two hundred scrapper rebels stood in the shadows, their hands gripping rusted iron pipes, heavy

“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.

Emergency broadcasts flickered intermittently, overridden by cryptic warnings: Emergency Feed (blaring, distorted): “Patient zero terminated. System collapse imminent.” At a hidden safe house on the outskirts, a small band of rebels huddled around a flickering holo - map. Names weren’t spoken aloud, but one image flashed briefly on the projection — a pale, ghostly figure, a spark of hope amidst the surrounding chaos. Rebel 1 (grim, urgent): “We can’t wait for them. If the city falls, no one survives.” Rebel 2 (nodding, resolute): “We find out what EVO really was. We stop it — before it’s too late.”

I want to go there and learn to how to fight. I don’t know where Gladys is, I think I might have lost her but since I met her out of the danger range, she should be fine… I saw Ox carts passing through the borders as I was mindlessly walking and ran towards it. It seems the villagers are leaving the village. I managed to board one of the carts so that I might go to my destination aka The Death Hub… This time, I’m coming back to the city as Deirdre… I don’t need anyone to correct my name. I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre.

"I will say two things." Reinhard turned his head with an expression that was also equally serious. "First, we're going to find a place, at least somewhere safe enough for Michelle." "Then?" "You said you and Alexis wanted to fight?" "Of course!" "Then, once we find a safe place, we will return to moving as rebel forces. But this time, there is no more hiding." "You mean—" Damien gave a big smile. "Maybe I've had enough of playing it smooth all this time. I want to show those lowly bastards what hell really is."

Omar chuckled when he remembered that, his father had been clever enough and eager to save his skin to have come up with such an excuse, and now he would have to go back to America and this time he even had his father's approval. Sheikh Khalid bin Aaban had admitted defeat in his actions and although Omar knew that his greedy father would most definitely come up with another scheme in other to attain more power, Omar knew that he was safe and away from any of his father's future plans, he had shown him just how much he also could do to get what he wanted, and now he wanted just one thing and that was to be back together with Megan. It had been over a month since the failed attack on the pala