I'm Radio 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.

Leo pushed off the wall and we moved back into the chamber. Juno had her tablet up, face pale. "Calia," she said. "She's been broadcasting for the last twenty minutes. Live feed to every pack channel in the territory." Juno turned the screen toward us. "She got there first." On screen, Calia stood in front of the Redline arena with a microphone, platinum hair perfect, green eyes burning. And she was holding Leo's Shade Wolf helmet. "The Rebellion's leader," Calia said to the camera, "is Elionna Reyes.”

More than once I even walked all the way to the border, half hoping a hunter or a rogue might find me, since even that would have been a kind of release. One night, with the rain coming down in sheets, I walked toward the edge of the territory alone. I missed my mother. I missed my father. I was about to step across when Theo appeared behind me. He held out a hand to me. “If something's wrong, Luna, you can tell me. I'll be your friend, your older brother if you need one. And if you can't find a reason to keep living, then live for me instead.” He had been smiling then too.

And if I was being completely honest with myself, I was also curious about Dante himself. "Tell him I'll think about dinner too," I said finally. Marcus nodded. "Very good. I'll let him know." When he was gone, I stood in the middle of the living room, turning in a slow circle. The apartment was beautiful, comfortable, and secure. It would give me a base to rebuild my life without having to worry about money for a little while. But it would also put me in Dante's debt, however much he claimed otherwise. I sighed and walked back to the windows, staring out at the city. My phone—my original phone—buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out to find a text from my lawyer.

“How long ago?” “Two – three –” Rebel gave a hacking cough, spat blood. “Hours –” “OK, man, don’t talk.” Drake reached for his cell phone. “I’m gonna call for some help… you’ll be fine.” “No.” Rebel’s voice was suddenly very strong, very clear. He was fully there and present with them, and more than anything, that told them that it was all over. “Look at me.”

I adjusted my jacket as my mind began to spin, I needed to speak to Nyssa again. One on one. Tonight? No, she was going to call me once she got home. Tomorrow then. I would - The shrill sound of my phone ringing snapped me out of my thoughts. I frowned and pulled up my phone, my frown disappeared the moment I saw the caller ID. ‘Had she already gotten home?' I thought, ‘that was quick,’ “Nyssa,” I said with a smile on my face, “We are being attacked,” I frowned as she screamed into the phone, “Gunmen, at least two vehicles and they have some sort of explosives. They are trying to kill us.”

“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

I chuckled and reminded myself for the millionth time not to fall for his pick up lines. The cab driver, a 50ish man, put some music on probably because he found our conversation cheesy. Jasper suddenly sang along to Neyo's Miss Independent and the cab driver rolled his eyes. "I guess nobody really is perfect. Why are you so tone deaf?" I pretended to cover my ears and scrunched up my face. The cab driver chuckled. "Hey! My mom said I've got a great voice and that I could even audition for American idol. Simon Cowel would love me! Miss independent. Oh how I love her.."

he said and I grinned, then hugged him lightly. "We are going to win Miguel. No one will ever defeat us. I am going to do everything I can to make sure to get us back our lives Miguel. I don't care how much I have to spend. I am going to get my revenge" I said and tightened my hold around him. ****** Getting out of the hospital was hard, especially with how many paparazzi were on the lookout for us... I hated the scrutiny... If they continued digging so much it wouldn't take long for them to find out everything I'd ever done.

“I’ve been discussing solutions to our problem with the council, and they suggested something that I am not in favor of, but it’s something that can work.” “And this something involves me?” He nodded. “Exactly. We need the Rebels as allies. We need their extra strength if we’re going to take on both the Snakes and the Mezcals.” “How can I help? You know I’d do anything for the club,” I said. He made a pained face. “Don’t say that.” “It’s the truth. You’ve never asked a thing of me, but I’ve gotten so much from you all.” “Please,” he said, holding his hands up, “stop. Listen to me.” He put his cigar out. “The leader of the Rebels, his name is Jetter. You know this story?”