Mo Ri The Rebel Novels & Stories

Even if the rebels shot their drones down, they should be able to get there quickly enough to find them and destroy them before they could get away. All of them were to be shot on sight except for the red haired girl--Rain--and 24C. Jaguar knew exactly who he was, even though she’d had to hide her surprise when she’d learned that he was a leader of the rebellion. In her time leading the Military Mothers of Gretchintown, before White had been sent in by President Violet, she never would’ve guessed the mild-mannered 24C would’ve been a problem. Sure, he’d been a little bit of a troublemaker when he was younger, but that was the case with a lot of the men, especially the more vital ones, like 2

“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?”

Beside him are two others rebels, all three of them armed with an assault rifles. "Hello, Tristan," the guy with yellow hair starts. "We need to talk with you about something." "Me first," I say, getting up and wiping the bit of sweat from my eyes. "How about you tell me where I am, why I'm here, and where the fuck Rebecca is?" "Don't worry about Rebecca," the guy answers, "She's fine. My men found her before they find you, and quickly took her to our infirmary. She's alive. As for your other questions, my name is Martin, and I am the leader of the Rebel."

he murmured. Marcus nodded. "I owe you whatever you ask so Odessa's head… It's yours." A satisfied smirk spread over Ryan's face. "Good, then let's make sure this wasn't a wasted effort." Without anything else being said, Ryan raised his hand. A raven soared above; its call was sharp and piercing throughout the woods. It was the signal. The other rebels surged ahead. Meanwhile, Marcus and Luca led the charge for the fortress gates. The leaderless and disorganised rogues were quickly swept under the assault. Callum's rebels fought with a savagery borne of years of bondage; their cries joining the groans that came from Ryan's wolves.

The men all pounced towards Rebel in full force, but their advances were stopped short with multiple guns suddenly being aimed at them Behind Rebel stood several of his guards, all held guns that were pointed at the hooligans Rebel walked lazily and sat down on the couch casually, crossing one leg over the other, his right hand man had already taken down the orange head baboon who also had a gun pointed to his temple as was now down on his knees Opposite him on the other couch, Rose could no more move, it was clear that her consciousness was slipping back and forth, but her tears kept flowing continuously and unrestrained 'What could have saddened Prince Kapoor's woman to this extent?,' He w

“They said they’d teach her how to throw knives. I said no. They said they’d teach her how to hit wolves with rocks. I also said no.” Ronan snorted. Sophie, sitting beside Xavier, nearly choked on her drink, laughing. Alpha Merek arrived with Samuel and Abel, the three of them immediately shifting the conversation. Abel leaned over the table. “Rebel movements near the eastern cliffs. The Crimson Rogue is gaining notoriety.” Xavier’s expression hardened. “Do we know who she is?” Abel shrugged. “Whoever she is, she’s spilling blood and getting attention.” “Not good attention,” Samuel muttered.

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.

"What are you really trying to say? Don't give me any weird bullshit. I'm fucking tired right now." The man smiled widely. "What I want to say is that I found someone suitable as the leader position for our rebel group." Caskey, who had closed his eyes while leaning back in his chair, now opened his eyes spontaneously. "What?!" They are a group of rebels. However, until now, they have implemented a leaderless system. But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group.

"Godfather, are you saying…" "He took what's mine," I snarled, my fist shattering the windowpane. "That goddamn Russian." Blood seeped from my knuckles, but I didn't feel it. I was consumed by rage. She wasn't dead. She had literally cut a piece of herself away to be free of me. She would rather die than be mine. "Prep the jet," I ordered Marco. "Destination: Moscow." "Godfather, is that wise? It could—"

Killian's Pov~ The RazorStrip Mile buzzed with smoke and adrenaline. Engines roared like angry beasts, drowning out the cheers of the reckless crowd huddled in the shadows of an abandoned industrial zone. RazorStrip mile is brutal—lined with rusted fence, graffiti—tagged walls, and shattered glass. One wrong move, and you're roadkill. Crowds gathered in tight clusters, lightning the night with flares and headlights. Some came to race. Most came to watch the downfall. Smoke. Cheers. Money flying. The underground circuit was alive tonight—rubber burning against concrete as the crowd buzzed with anticipation.