Rebel Bloom Novels & Stories

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

A NEUTRAL POV THE MOON REALM; MOONILIA There is an emergency in the realm of the Moon goddess. The moon is MISSING! The pawns on the chessboard have been moving kind of funny, but even the rebellion is going according to plan, which is exactly why the moon goddess sent Ruby as another pawn on the chessboard, to ensure that everything goes exactly as planned and that the war that is coming has its desired effect.

Looking around us, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I finally saw her. Abigail, kneeling by the stream. The stream that now seemed to be stained with blood. She had a katana protruding out of her stomach and her eyes were lifeless. Behind her, a female stood, holding the katana and pushing it further into her unmoving body. That female was me. I was murdering Abigail and I looked... pleased, satisfied. I was driving the Soul splitter into her stomach with glee. I let out a gasp at the sight before me. My hands came to cover my mouth in trepidation. I was beginning to tremble all over again and I suddenly forced my eyes shut.

I muttered in surprise. She didn't look up, so I could see her features and see if I knew her or not!! I followed her for a while and found her stretching her fingertips and hoping to find something to cling to. Despite her stubbornness and persistence, I listened to her scolding herself indignantly as she said, Bloom, "What stupidity threw me here in this strange place!! When I was training with the coach and my teammates, there was no deep abyss beneath us, reaching the sea full of rocks and stumbles. If I don't climb that hill, I will die from the fall, and if I still have a breath and I don't die from the fall, I will die by drowning."

But then, slowly, a smile broke through my sorrow as warmth filled my heart. Someone did care about me. Rising slowly, I dried my tears, my eyes sparking with resolve. I knew what I had to do next. Pulling out my phone, I composed a message to Scott. The message read, 'I know everything, Scott. It was just an act. You conspired with the bald man. Everything from start to finish was a set-up so that you could use me. Well played! 'But I owe you thanks. Without this, I would never have discovered someone who truly loves me. We’re done here. Let’s hope our paths never cross again.'

In the far corner, was a messenger— the one who had probably brought the news about the rebellion. “You slapped me, Damien? Why? Because I said you should stop whining about your duties? Or because I told you to stop talking about that bitch?!” Lily immediately stood up, red her flaring about. She looked like a flame, with the way her face turned pink and ears pointed sharp. I was invisible to the rest of the pack members. Entering the hall, no one noticed me. What could have triggered this unrest in paradise? I was amused, I couldn't lie.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

“No. Older. These were the Silent Keepers. They didn’t sing the bloom into being. They held it—kept it from unraveling.” Mikkel straightened. “And they failed.” Solen nodded once. “Because they were alone.” A silence fell between us, heavier than the dead wind. That night, under the fractured moons of Kainora, the bloomwood rose again. It began with a whisper—small, gentle. A tremble beneath the ground. Then a single sprout broke the crystal crust, glowing faintly with inner light. We circled it, holding the silence. Then Kaia sang—soft, a melody unfamiliar but instinctual. A memory of a song that had not yet existed.

“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.