Mo Ri The Rebel Novels & Stories

"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.

I assured myself, my voice a mix of optimism and resolve. “Luca isn't the type to back away from a fight." Veena reminded. “I know that but neither am I going to give up on Sheila and the other girls. She's predicted to be my Luna and I felt this strong bond between us when I met her at Luca's office the last time I visited him. She's my mate, she's meant to be the mother of my unborn kids. I have to rescue her from Luca's malicious grip and make her my Luna.”

Becca said, and I nodded in appreciation as she left. "I didn't expect that you'd come back here." She looked around, smiling. "I also didn't expect to be back here but I wanted to see you." "See me?" I squinted my eyebrows at her, surprised. Mirabelle wanting to see me was something new. "Yea, I shouldn't be telling you this but I just thought I should pay you back for helping me by informing you." "Ok , so what is it? "There's a rebel group, fighting for the equal treatment of female wolves and I want you to join," she whispered, keeping her voice low.

I was having trouble thinking clearly and worried that, in the heat of the moment, I may say something that would get me in trouble. "Yes, Ruel, follow me. You appear awful. You need to rest here." Finally, Kine intervened to save me, but Rednor didn't appear to be finished. "I am aware that you are not a local. You work as a spy. You are the one who has been perplexing the troops "I shook my head and made up tears as he continued to accuse me.

I recognized the signature at the bottom and instantly fury roused up in me. "The Mongols sent them even after we proposed to them a warning to back out! How dare they!" I crushed the paper in my hand. The Mongols is the motorcycle gang that's been bothering us for a while now. They want to takeover the US like it's a piece of cake. The fuck they're having it from us. "They targeted Rogue because he's the leader of our alliance. The Mongols think they could bring us down if he's dead." "What they don't know is that I am not going to die so soon." Conor and I turned our faces towards the bed.

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

Ryan asked. "The thing is Sir, Rebels are not exactly rogues but they do appear like rogues. According to rumors, the members are abandoned or underappreciated wolves from different packs in the world and their leader is supposedly a product of a werewolf and a wizard. They were brought together by their hatred for people in power and will gladly accept any job that relates to taking down authoritative figures in a pack. So basically, they're hired murderers who use sorcery and their strength to murder their victims," Ivan explained and a thought immediately crossed Ryan's mind.