Insurgent Novels & Stories

She pressed, there was clear confusion in his eyes. "Who the fuck is Leo?" He gritted out. Before she could approach him again, an explosion went off below them. Suddenly, the entrance of the fight club exploded with cops, people began to scatter and the fighters in the ring tried to jump over the barbed wire fencing around it. The men that were approaching Alice retreated. But there were policemen guarding every entrance, none of them were getting out. The man approached her again, before he could get to her Alice darted from the room and he followed.

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

Where I could protect those I loved without judgment. But now that space was soiled by the very presence of this vile man. And I would never forgive him for it. The bastard let out a laugh. Deep and menacing. He still remained seated on my chair like he had ever fucking right to be there. “Who's the boy?” He tipped his head to Bernard and a surge of protectiveness came over me. “He's my…” “Bernard Matthew. Beta of the blue lily pack. Pleasure to meet you,” his words dripped in sarcasm and if it wasn't for how delicate of a situation this was then I might have let out a chuckle.

By the time I get it halfway on, I’m sweating like I’ve run a marathon. I slump back into the wheelchair, chest heaving, frustration burning in my gut. Defeat. Again. No. Not defeat. Not today. I rub a hand over my face, force the tightness in my chest to ease. Maybe if I distract myself, it’ll help. A movie. Anything but this silence. Anything but this room that feels more and more like a cage. I scroll through the library of titles, the colours flashing past too quickly to matter. Horror, maybe? Something sharp enough to jolt me out of this fog. I don’t even bother reading the description—I just hit play.

Their blood mixed with the dust under them and formed one dark red carpet. I stopped by the mutt who was pressing both his palms on the big wounds on his stomach. "What happened here?" I asked, but the only answer was the spit on my black boots. Squatting next to him, I punched the disrespectful piece of shit into his face. "You better answer me now." "We are rising. The insurgence has begun and you, bloodsucking bitch, will die." He grunted before fainting.

Now she is a victim of the Morrison family madness again. I had two enemies, one had been clear right from the beginning, and that's my brother Argon. I am going to have my revenge, nothing was going to stop me. The second was an enemy I just got to know of and that is Igatus and the leader of their circle, the Moonking.

"We’re going to war, Aria. Not for money. Not for power. For the right to be forgotten." Outside, the river splashed against the hull, a rhythmic, "secret" language that the "City of Stone" couldn't decode. The "Fractured Peace" was over. The "Insurgency" had begun.

In the depths of despair, a resistance coalesced, its members bound together by a shared determination to defy the tyranny of the hybrid and his malevolent consort. And so, amidst the chaos and despair, the stage was set for a final confrontation—a battle that would determine the fate of not just the world, but the very soul of the hybrid himself. For in the crucible of conflict, truths long buried would be laid bare, and redemption would beckon to those willing to heed its call.

Maximus declared, his eyes reflecting both determination and a hint of vulnerability. The rebels, a diverse group of former slaves and dissidents, nodded in agreement. They trusted Maximus, not only for his formidable combat skills but also for his unwavering belief in their cause. Together, they plotted their next series of ambushes, exploiting the natural features of the forest to their advantage.

I was halfway through the second one and it was just starting to get good, so reading this was far better than talking about me not wanting to be a member of the pack. "Don't be so stubborn Ellie. Becoming a member of the pack is on your best interests," Jayson pleaded with me. "I don't deserve it Jayson. As that bitch said, everything which happens is my fault and it would be wrong of me to join the pack having that thought in my mind," I said without taking my eyes off the page. I had just gotten to the part where Peeta and Katniss were plotting their escape from their allies. The irony of that moment in relation to this was not lost on me, only we weren't looking to escape our allies, we