Pretty Rebels Novels & Stories

“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.”

“They’re panicked and afraid.” “Hmm,” Talen hummed his agreement. “They have never run into real opposition, and they don’t have the numbers to deal with this scale of rebellion. I’m hungry,” he commented raising an eyebrow at Heath. “How about you?” “I could eat,” Heath grinned. “Let’s go get some takeaway,” Talen pointed at the vehicle above them.

The Blood Wolves clan and the Jade clan might be powerful clans, but they are both hidden and remote from the rest of Selestine, and not many knows of their existence, so it is not troublesome to make a move on them, but the city lord manor of Rebelliad is different. Rebelliad is an independent force that could equally talk to the rulers of the other four kingdoms, and it is an entirely different existence that would be hard to provoke. Knowing the consequences of provoking the city of rogues, Crown Prince Rogeus felt his head ache as he nodded to Crown before quickly going back to the teahouse’s private room.

Something that could change the world. “But how do we start?” she asked, her voice firm despite the uncertainty that churned within her. Caelum stood, his wings folding in as he approached her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. “We start by making a pact,” he said. “A pact of rebellion. A pact that no one can break. We fight for those who have been oppressed. We fight for freedom. And together, we will take back what is rightfully ours.” Sera nodded, her heart thundering in her chest. The path ahead was uncertain, dangerous, and fraught with peril. But for the first time in her life, she felt like she wasn’t walking alone.

Chapter 1 Sheila's POV I ordered three shots of tequila, flashing a faint smile at the bartender. He returned a weak smile, filling the shots and placing them in front of me. I sat close to the bar counter in a Pythagorean bar, a drink house with a weird name, expectedly stocked with crazy people - humans and werewolves alike. The werewolf world is a complex one. A world where power and control rules leaving the weaklings to suffer in turmoil.

A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room. Rebecca pressed a palm to her forehead and shook it. “Fell off the radar? More like soared above it! SHE MARRIED INTO THE DIAMON DONATELLIS!” At her announcement, the tea room burst into pandemonium as several of the co workers cried their happiness and many expressed their disbelief. “I’m telling you guys,” Rebecca insisted. “She married the only son. The tycoon billionaire,” When looks of disbelief continued to pass around the room, she hissed and lunged for the TV remote.

she said, slumping in her seat. “You’re not a slut, Lucille. You’re the most amazing, kind, smart and beautiful woman I’ve met and if it wasn’t for you, Jasper and I would still be living life like zombies.” “Zombies?” she chuckled. “Yeah. The living dead.” I acted like one, trying to make her laugh, but she only smiled. “Look, Lu. It’s the press. They make a living by making people like us look like we’re not humans. People out there fuck as much as we. The difference is nobody cares enough to know.”

Vera motions towards the crowd and that's when the speaker got his answer. "Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! Rebel!" Throwing away the paper he holds up his head and announces with pride,the name of their new Queen. "QUEEN REBEL!"

“What, like some neighborhood boys who stole sugar from shops?” ‎ ‎“No,” he said flatly. ‎ ‎“Oh.” ‎ ‎He stepped a bit closer, and for once, I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. My legs felt like jelly. ‎ ‎“They called themselves the Sun Slashers,” he continued. “They were violent. Connected. They controlled a lot of supplies and territory.” ‎ ‎I frowned. “Supplies? Like what, spare parts? Petrol?” ‎ ‎His eyes flicked to mine. “Not the legal kind.”

The sixteen allies, united by the common thread of freedom, huddled in secrecy, far from the prying eyes of Athena's enforcers. Maximus, his eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve, took charge of the impromptu war council. "We cannot afford to underestimate Bastian and his soldiers. Our survival hinges on outsmarting them at every turn," he declared, his voice a low murmur carrying the weight of rebellion. The rebels, a diverse group with different backgrounds and skills, listened intently. Among them were former gladiators, skilled artisans, and even a few who possessed knowledge of the wilderness – a formidable blend of talents that Maximus sought to harness.