Mo Ri The Rebel Novels & Stories

Mick asks, talking to the Rebel, his eyes scanning the space for his brother. “Yeah. Just relax.” Rebel shifts Teagan gently over to his left, freeing up the other side of his body where Mick is standing. Teagan puts her hand on Rebel’s arm. “You’re not going to fight in here, are you?” He shakes his head. I can see why Teagan is so gah-gah over him. He really does look like her long-time crush, Dolph Lundgren, and he’s totally taken control of the situation without even doing anything yet.

Chapter 2: Rebel ~Wren~ I slink in through the loose shingles on the roof, softly landing in our makeshift hideout loft. It isn’t much, honestly, it looks like a child’s playhouse, but when all the outliers are beggars or thieves, it’s hard to come by nice things for a rebel headquarters. We are lucky that Ms. Grayford is deaf and never travels upstairs. Not that she would care if she did. She hates Alpha Alden as much as we all do.

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

They haul me to my feet with such urgency that said "the faster they get this over with, the better it would be for everyone" They proceed to drag me through the trees like a plague they could not bear to touch. When we finally come to a stop at the clearing just at the edge of the forest, torchlight flared and I see them in the distance. The Moon council, looking exactly like the stories had described. The same seven figures, the same silvery black robes, the same air of entitlement and superiority, the same elder with ice in his eyes stood at the center. He looks at me like he had finally won a game I had no idea we were playing.

It was a place of refuge, but also a stronghold, filled with the remnants of an age-old rebellion. Once inside, Sera felt the weight of the enclave’s walls close around them, the quiet murmur of conversation and the soft glow of lanterns offering a stark contrast to the brutal landscape they had just traversed. The stone walls were adorned with banners, relics from past victories, and the faces of rebels long gone, their memories immortalized in this sacred place. Rurik Frostmaw was waiting for them inside, standing with a group of trusted commanders. His gaze flickered between Caelum and Sera, his expression unreadable.

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

he replied, his voice sounding so soft like never before and I couldn't explain it but it felt like I was about to explode. Michael Rover loved me. The unbendable and merciless mafia lord was in love with me and it was taking me to believe it.

he said mockingly. “Let me go! I’ll kill you, you animal!” “I’m giving you one day to decide, Miguel. If you still refuse to tell me where Roxanne Gutierrez is, I’ll be forced to kill your daughter too,” Ryan threatened coldly. “Don’t touch my daughter!” Miguel roared, even though his body was weak. “Kill me first before you lay a hand on her!” “Let’s see who dies first, Miguel Damien Montevallo,” Ryan whispered before turning and walking away.

I scoffed with a small involuntary squeak escaping my throat, I slowly folded my hands across my chest and stepped forward to her. “Your greediness irritates the hell out of me, everyday I still wonder how I ended up with a mother like you!” I growled in her face and just as soon as I completed my statement she raised her hands and wacked me hard across my face. I gasped in shock at how frequently she herself had been hitting me, well there’s not much I could physically do to her. I exhaled deeply and nodded slowly at her, “I’ll tell you what, the only way Michelle will be allowed back on board is if she actively handles the upcoming BM constructions” I muttered, she glared at me disdainfull

Relief slammed through Elena and she clasped her hands in thanksgiving. “The bomb–” Marco asked. The detective looked around and ran a hand through his hair. “This is classified information because it’s still under investigation, but it was Marcellus Rodriguez,” Elena’s stomach dropped in dread. “Me. He came after me didn’t he?” “With that sort of bomb, he came for you and veryone associated to you,” The detective sighed. “Where is he? Did you get him?” Marco asked as Elena tried to see in the police cars to see if they finally nabbed Marco.