Mo Ri The Rebel Novels & Stories

“You are amazing. We will definitely talk more later beautiful. For now, can you pull back? I would like to talk to Rebel.” I hear Carter snap his head up. “You are Rebel Lawson?!” I stand in front of Rebel and glare at the rogue. “Yes, she is Rebel Lawson. She is MY, fated mate and MY Luna. No one will take her from me or our pack. Your usefulness has run out.” I tell him and with that I bring my claws out and with one swipe, I cut his head off.

On the right, three rogues tried to flank, slipping through a thinner patch of underbrush. Luna stomped her heel. The earth there heaved, roots wrenching upward like grasping hands, tangling around rogue paws and ankles. They went down in a tangle of limbs and curses. Rebel’s squad was there a瞬 later, falling on them with efficient brutality. Hot, coppery scent of blood filled the air. Her storm snarled, wanting more. She leashed it. This wasn’t about slaughter. It was about holding. Holding land.

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

Naming felt less like drowning. ‎His lip twitched, almost like a smile, but tighter. “My people. A couple of guys from outside the club I trust. Guy called Taye, he’s owed me a favor since I once bailed him out of a mess with a dealer. He’s clean. No loyalties to Marcus. He’ll help.” ‎ ‎“How many?” ‎ ‎“Enough,” he said. “Not too many. We’re not trying to start a war.” ‎

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

Unhappy to see me. Beside him stood River Grimaldi, a mischievous smile curving his lips. His dark blond hair was tied into a man bun, giving him the look of a charming rogue. And I could already guess that he is the lady's favorite in the whole kingdom. And between River and Viggo stood Hunter Olsen. Medium brown hair. Broad shoulders. And that infuriating smirk was already tugging at his mouth. He stepped forward. My body reacted before my mind did. I stepped back.

Every other thing was redundant. Ricky...now I know why mother was dating the guy though. His name starts with an "R" just like father's; Roan. "Ricky has a son?. That's news to me" I say, trying my best to act interested. "Yeah. Nathan's a delight. I can't wait for you and him to become best pals" Mother's voice trails off as she stares at the boxes. "You know what?. Why don't you come pick your books some other time?"

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

Bound. “Come with me willingly,” he said. “Or I rip every memory you have from the ashes.” Kael shifted back into his half-form, blood slicking his jaw. “Touch her and I’ll tear your soul from your spine.” Veyrix barely glanced at him. But the rebel Luna moved again, placing herself between us all. “You want a fight, Veyrix? Try me.” Veyrix’s smile twisted. “Gladly.” He lunged. The two clashed in an explosion of light and shadow—power against power. It shattered the air like glass, sending a shockwave through the clearing. The rebel Luna screamed a spell in a language I didn’t know, and the trees bent away from her voice.

“Plan a rescue assault. Packhouse, tonight. We hit hard, no mercy. I want Julian free, or Vellex burns.” Torren grunted in agreement, his ravaged face grim, shouting out orders as wolves scrambled to sharpen steel and load bullets. Slamming down the receiver, I forced my fingers to calm, the fire of my blood had nothing to do with the burning scent of Silver Veil and everything to do with the fact I still had the power to navigate the dangerously inscrutable waters of my life. I reached for a burner phone and dialed Savire’s number, the man I’d trusted to negotiate a peace to end all wars. Then the line crackled, and his voice slithered through, suave but cautious. “Roland, what’s this about