Linkin Park 8 Bit Rebellion Novels & Stories

SELENA - Rehab had been my salvation. I'd fought against it in the beginning, kicking and screaming, literally, on the day Linc dragged me there. But months of therapy, medications I once scoffed at, and hours of staring down my own darkness had pulled me out of the pit I'd fallen into.

It was too early to celebrate. After what seemed like forever, Mr. Hall looked at me, a smile lingering on his lips as he said, “Congratulations on becoming Paragon's new artist, Ms. Hemsworth. We're looking forward to partnering with you.” My heart raced with excitement, a smile spread across my face as I resisted the urge to scream. “Thank you. Thank you so much for giving me a chance. I will give this my best.” “Welcome on board, Ms. Hemsworth.” Liam smiled at me softly, and I nodded.

A deep, crushing fatigue rose up from my chest and bled into every inch of me. Mom's enraged screams were soon muffled by the growing commotion in the corridor. Mr. Robinson walked in behind the police officers, wearing a grim expression as he looked at Mom, collapsed on the floor. I kept my head down and said nothing. In a burst of fury, Mr. Robinson hurled a thick manila envelope at Mom's face and roared, "Look at what you've done! You've brought shame to the entire school!" I saw Mom's face pale, then turned and walked out quietly.

The guard bowed before leading me away. The beats of the orchestra. The booming sounds of moonlight worshipers. The air vibrated with tension ,each orchestral note heightening my anxiety. I was dressed in tattered black, ceremonial robe and surrounded by the entire pack members of the Dark Moon pack as they chanted an archaic chant in mysterious incantations. It was a full Moon tonight with the moon reaching its climax and illuminating the dark sky. Shadows seemed to writhe across the wall,an eerie presence lurking just out of sight. Something that etched around how unhappy the pack members were.

"I could still remember how you laid your eyes upon her. It was something magical." "Wow, dude that's gay!" Gavin said as he poked Lee on his left arm. "Let's just say, I am a great observer." "U-huh…" "That kind of woman is someone that you should never let go, no matter what happens." ---- After a lot of disappointments in the previous days, Rebecca decided to visit her mom often. She wanted to get encouragement for herself whenever she felt this way. Every time she's feeling alone, visiting her mom's grave would often make her feel better.

Her hands shook uncontrollably to remember that with nervousness as she felt her body was fine; nothing had happened to her. However, she can not forget the intense pain and suffering that she has gone through at that moment. "I'll make them pay!" Her expression turned gloomy with hatred to remember her mate and her friend's betrayal. "This time, I'll save my family! No one going to die except those monsters!" She looked at herself in the mirror with a determined gaze, "I will no longer stay weak or kind. I will make myself stronger enough to kill anyone who tried to touch my family. This is my promise to my old self."

the Full blood moon, the challenge and my only chance to face Alpha Ryan and get back my other arm. Where the hell are Cara and Athena? I remember being bitten on my neck... again. I remember that asshole shoving his cock into my pussy, fucking me without my consent. I remember how helpless and violated I felt in that moment. I felt bile rise up my throat as I relived those moments, clenching teeth in rage. I felt the traitorous pool of wetness forming in my pussy. I subconsciously held my legs together, groaning in frustration. Instead, a moan came out of my lips. I was livid.

“I can’t focus. I can hear stuff I shouldn’t, and smell things-” “I know, I know,” I soothe her. “You have to learn how to tune those things out.” I put my hands on her shoulders. I have to fight against myself not to slide my fingers under her shirt. “You are newly reborn…you are a baby, everything is new and different. You have to forget everything you think you know.”

“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 pushed through the crowd toward the exit, the music vibrating through my bones, the smell of sweat and beer clinging to my clothes. ‎ ‎Outside, the night felt cold and too quiet compared to the chaos inside. My breath came out in white puffs as I stood on the sidewalk, thinking. ‎ ‎I rubbed my arms, trying to calm myself. ‎Trying to pretend my hands weren’t shaking. ‎ ‎“Okay,” I mumbled to myself. “Just call Lana. Go home. Forget tonight ever happened.” ‎ ‎I opened my bag and dug through it for my phone ,receipts, gum wrappers, lip gloss that had uncapped itself because my life is chaos