Insurgent Novels & Stories

"They’re hitting our Conceptual Integrity. They want to prove that without the Architects to define us, we are nothing but random noise." The Incursion at the Gates The first physical manifestation of the Insurgency appeared at the northern Rift. A squad of "Purifiers"—beings clad in sterile, white armor that reflected no light—stepped through. They didn't carry sticks or guns; they carried Null-Staves that emitted a low-frequency hum, neutralizing any "Glitch" energy within a fifty-foot radius. "By order of the Core-Preservation Society," their leader announced, his voice a flat, synthesized drone. "This sector is being quarantined. All non-standard entities will be returned to a Binary-Nul

She had red hair and her eyes were sharp and calculating eyes. Ansel cursed under his breath. “Who the hell are they?” Kaden’s expression darkened. “Revolutionaries.” I frowned, keeping my gaze on Skylar. “What?” “They call themselves ‘The Revolution.’” Kaden’s voice was low, unreadable. “A scattered army of outcasts and exiles. They fight against the rule of alphas, kings- anyone they see as oppressors.” I felt a shiver course through my veins. “And Skylar is with them?”

When she walked to him to do what she has been doing since, which is patting his hair and rubbing his cheeks, she saw that he was mumbling something. She bent down and moved her ears closer to his mouth. That was when she heard his incoherent words,“So... Sophie... Sophie... I'm sorry, Sophie” She was confused and didn't know what to do. Who is Sophie? Is she a past lover or his current girlfriend? Maybe someone he cares deeply about. Justin has been living with his father and she was too busy running her organization here so she doesn't know much about him. Right then, she felt ashamed of herself. She was able to build a big organization like 'The Assassinators' and trained so many other tr

"Ignis, where is this coming from? Yesterday, you were terrified of the scouts in the alley. Today, you’re talking about revolution." "I grew up, Aiden," Ignis whispered, the sharpness in his tone softening into something more dangerous—a quiet, cold certainty. "I realized that the 'Silver Moon' isn't a god. It’s a group of people who are very good at making other people feel small. And I’m done feeling small."

Maxim Three weeks in and we’ve finally decided to infiltrate the insurgent Rogue pack. Ghost and Descry are out circling the perimeter, while I’m checking my weapons knowing that shifting won’t help in this case even if my wolf is powerful. To take these fuckers down, I need to think like a hunter. This pack has decimated two new ones integrating with ours, so it’s my duty to remove them. They’re Mikhail loyalists and our direct enemy, so we have to be on our toes.

"You chose principles over safety when we left Victor. Are you willing to defend those principles? Or do we just keep retreating until there's nowhere left to run?" Maya thought about Hope. About Harold. About every person who'd died while she tried to save everyone. About the 200 people who'd followed her into these mountains trusting she had a plan. "We defend," Maya decided. "But smartly. We don't meet Grant in open battle. We make the mountains impossible for him to hold. We become the terrain. We become the resistance he can't defeat because he can't find us to fight us." Wright: "That's insurgency. Long-term strategy. Are you prepared for what that means? Years of conflict. Ongoing cas

This time, the attackers didn’t just disable the vehicles. They left a message. Burned into the side of a cargo crate. NO SYSTEM OWNS US Vincent stood in front of it, jaw tight. “They’re not just stealing,” he said. “They’re declaring.” Jonas nodded. “Anti-system factions,” he said. “Not Coalition. Not charter.” Reiss exhaled slowly. “Then we’re fighting something worse.” Because these groups weren’t interested in control. They were rejecting it entirely. And that made them unpredictable. Lena arrived at the site just before dusk.

Her expression darkened, and I could see the anger simmering within her through her eyes. “Because he’s a monster,” she spat. “Two-faced, vile, and cruel. He hides behind a mask of benevolence, but in truth, he’s bled this kingdom dry. The people are too scared to do anything, so we’ve formed a group of strong, brave souls to fight against the injustice he has wrought upon our kingdom.”

No further questions. The five insurgents lined up like usual suspects, a quarter before 11 in the evening. They’re all relatively young. None of them were showing emotions. Three had become emaciated bodies after weeks of hard labor and scarce food. They must be all too weak to even show what they’re feeling inside.

"I am sorry. I am just very desperate for help...I really appreciate it.If you say...we believe you..Thank you ! Really!" "Close the door after you" Came her reply as she ignores them after that, cleaning the table and pouring the water into the tumbler. Not bothering to give them another glance. Rosie was not very sure if they could trust her, but then whom can they trust now. The girl was their last resort. The only hope to reach Rebel. The infamous wolf who is known to stand for justice. The only figure who stands for the support of women above everything. The protector of who they called the 'weaker half if not better'