Linkin Park 8 Bit Rebellion Novels & Stories

Simon advised wearing a smile on his face. "How do I show gratitude to the same people that murdered my parents?" "They did murder your parents but it was out of self-defense... Your people started the war but we're victorious and no survivors were left only little kids like you were spared, after so many years you become Luna and you want to vent out all the hate now that you're Luna... That's ridiculous" Simon chuckles,

I imagined myself saying those words but I quickly shook those devilish thoughts off. "I am not the regular sweet talking Alpha." I announced on a stern note. "And I'm not going to lie, I only joined this Pack for one thing. Revenge. Revenge against Alpha Jason. If you know, you're not ready for a fight. A fight to return home. Greenville. Then leave! Because there's no room for weaklings." I pursed my lips giving them minutes to decide but when no one made a move. My lips parted. "The name of this Pack," I paused again. This time exchanging glances at Gabriel and without thinking, I let my heart form the name. "Is The Black Moon Pack!"

RAVEN'S POV Voice of screeching metal rode feels like music to my ears . The silence of abandoned sites . Filled with the screams of people who are gonna die . What else is more needed in life ? Slow and steady steps taken to reach the target helps to gain patience . But it doesn't seem like I have got some of it . "So are we playing hide and seek now ?" I said with sarcasm and a little husky laugh . Reaching in the room I stopped . Glancing under the table I laughed.

Following Walt down the hallway, Rain tried to keep her heart from hammering so loudly that she couldn’t hear anything else. They needed to find Lightning and get her to a computer that was hooked up to the rest of the Mother’s databases to see if they could possibly get behind the firewall that protected the records. If anyone could do it, it was Lightning, the brains behind this entire rebellion. If she was even still alive.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

I would reclaim the days I had missed in my last life one by one. After leaving the hospital, I strolled down the tree-lined street. The sugar maple tree leaves had begun to turn a brilliant orange and gold, glistening as they danced gently to the ground in the fall breeze. I took out the half-charred wooden charm from my pocket. Though its edges were blackened, the word "peace" carved on the back was still clear. I clenched the charm firmly in my palm. Reborn, I had no cheat codes or any powerful connections. I had only learned never again to be the naive pushover anyone could walk all over.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

Maxwell let out a low, guttural grunt, his entire body tensing from the pain. I bit down harder, my teeth digging into his flesh, tearing at the skin like a rabid animal. For the first time—he reacted. His grip faltered. I took the opening and ripped myself free, stumbling backward, panting hard. Maxwell’s arm was still raised, blood dripping down from the bite mark. His expression didn’t shift—but his eyes… His cold, dead eyes— Darkened with something new. Rage. And that was exactly what I wanted. I gave him a bloody grin.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

After the Alliance Tribunal, I went straight back to the manor to pack. Didn't feel a damn thing. Hardly owned anything—just clothes, Mom's pendant, and a bone whistle. What no one knew? Right after I downed the growth-slowing potion... I blew that whistle. Dad answered. Silverlune Pack's Alpha. Cold as frost. He hadn't forgiven me for walking out. Not even close. But when I pricked my finger and let one drop of blood hit the parchment...