Mo Ri The Rebel Novels & Stories

I owe them that much for all they did for me, when I nearly lost myself. Her face floods my vision, as if she’s standing right before me. Sobs ripping from my chest. I miss her more than I will ever admit. My one chance at happiness and a family, stolen because some demon went on a rampage at a concert, killing over forty people and sucking each and every one of their souls from their bodies. Soraya, my mate, had been there with several other pack members, just ready for a good night. Like I said, we do our best to blend in with society. We gravitate towards the same things other creatures and humans do. In that way, we’re no different.

I got out past the lump in my throat, nostalgia washing over me in waves. "Well, you got what you wanted. It's time to take back what is yours" I took my glasses off, then turned to face Antonov, a smirk on my face. "I am going to have so much fun Antonov. Margo, Miguel, and Raphael do not know what is going to hit them" "I still think what you did with Raphael's order is unethical and he is going to find out that it was you"

“What the f-k did you wake me up so early to say?” “We sent an extraction team to your warehouse hideout, Ms Carter,” Phillip Salem said calmly. “As you knew that we would. They have not returned. Your allies at the warehouse are now considered hostile and dangerous, and as such we will be sending a larger force for the purpose of suppressing the rebels at that location.” Aislen saw Connery move, out of the corner of her eye, the rogue alpha adjusting his weight on his feet, and his eyes glowing with his wolf, preparing to fight.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

“We Brits should’ve done in all you bloody Highlanders when we ’ad the chance.” Murtagh growled. “Ye daft—” “Would you two idiots swear like some fucking American cowboys for once? Christ,” Rebel swore. He had their attention again now. Solomon’s finger was already on the trigger, as was Rebel’s. Rebel’s grip tightened in threat. “Last chance,” he warned. “Your ol’ antidote will die with me, Rebely.” At the moment, Rebel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d originally intended to do this without Solomon, so why the hell did it matter? He’d protect Lily for as long as it took and find another way. He’d made a mistake coming here.

Captain Moris was tasked with leading the soldiers to the planned path that leads to the forest trail where they will merge with the soldiers of the Rebel army that is headed by Raval. Lyor and Vein have already arrived in the headquarters of the Rebel army, and they also set off with the two thousand first class soldiers two hours earlier than General Markus’ soldiers. They have been living outside the twin valleys for years, and the north king mountain is like their backyard. It made their descent a lot easier, and faster without being seen by a single soul.

Aldric's POV The next two days pass in a bit of a blur. Despite his aversion to religion, Baron honours the rituals and celebrations to the letter of The Book. I don’t usually come here to celebrate, but this year Baron insisted that I attend. Almost all the elders are here. The only exception is Vesper, my brother. He’s an open traitor, working with the human rebellion. Baron placed a price on his head years ago, but no one can seem to find Vesper. I know exactly where he is, but I’d rather drink battery acid than tell Baron.

We all turned back and saw a thin guy holding a rod and running to us . “What the hell is that creature?” I muttered . He came to attack me but for his bad luck I got the rod from him and he just ran away in the same manner . This was so stupid. Anyway I got my favourite weapon . I started to bang everyone coming at me . The rod started to cover in blood . That was nothing new but Aiden witnessing all this is . He is just making weird faces like a little bitch .

I know it's wrong but I can't get that boy out of my head and not messaging him all day has made me miss him dearly. I glance up when Marcus joins us and I see Thomas kneel beside his legs. It looks like the master Dom has found his submissive for the night. He greets me and we chat until the lights dim and the music is turned down. The show starts and a sadist and a masochist walk on. The Sadist is called Andrew and the submissive is called Mason. I've spoken to Andrew a couple of times and he seems like a lovely man; in his early forties but still in good shape. Mason is a sub I have never interacted with as I don't usually go with masochist subs. I'm known as a soft Dom here so the hardco

“She’s immune?” “No one else has reacted this way. Why her?” “She’s not one of us!” The last voice was sharp, loud, cutting through the chatter like a blade. It came from Alpha Roran of the Southern Pack, a man known for being obnoxiously aggressive, with a booming voice and a talent for stirring tension. He stood now, face red. “She’s the only one not affected. Don’t you all see it? She’s either working with them, or she is one of them.”