Rebel Bloom Novels & Stories

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.

It took some convincing, especially when the last time he was away, Rebel slipped out and ceased all comms with us all. As for Rebel, well, she completely left the Mother’s Revenge. Alessa agreed that she had paid her debt to her after the killing of Billy Smyth. Rebel is now free and clear and is trying her best to adjust to normal life. I know at times it drives her mad, but she is adjusting. She helps me with the businesses and helps around the club.

** At the center stands a mausoleum, its doors carved with the spiral-and-thorns. Lira limps behind us, her beauty ruined. "Fools. This is its *sanctum*." The doors open. Inside, the Bloom's true form waits-a fetus of light and thorn, suspended in amniotic static. ***YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE***, it whispers. Ravel aims her crossbow. "Yeah? Neither should you." --- **The Last Bloom** The fight is a blur. Lira turns on the Bloom, her scales becoming blades. Ravel's bolts shatter its cradle. I claw at the fetus, static tearing my hands to bone.

‎Still. ‎Unfamiliar. ‎ ‎And wearing the burning sun symbol. ‎ ‎The new leader. ‎ ‎ ‎

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.

“Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.” It was the one Eros had brought in before he was informed of… My rage cleared long enough to answer, “My brother. He was bringing it to her.” The man bent his head, sniffing the flower before shaking his head. I lost my patience there and then. “What is a moonveil blossom and what does it have to do with anything?!” Looking away from the flower, he gave me his attention. “Whatever you think is the reality, isn’t the truth. Your brother lies to you.”

“The final collapse begins.” Silence. Elaine stared blankly. Final collapse. No more resets. No more timelines. Just the end. Thunderous cracking echoed through the tunnel again. Then suddenly— A figure appeared ahead through the flashing red lights. Lily. She ran toward them breathlessly, pale and shaking. The moment she reached them— She slapped Adrian across the face. Hard. Elaine blinked. Even Adrian looked mildly surprised. “You idiot!” Lily shouted. Her voice cracked violently. “I told you this would happen!”

He shoved off the tree he was leaning against and made his way over to the campfire. “What other choice do we have?” “Anything that doesn’t involve getting fucked by the likes of that crazy bastard,” Rebel growled. He moved to follow after Bee, who carried his saddlebag and its contents. She wasn’t foolish. He was brushing her aside. Lily knew Solomon’s reputation and knew it well. The rebel wolf was bloodthirsty, brutal, and he answered to no one. Not even Rebel. He was as close to a villainous rival as Rebel would likely ever get.

Caleb felt electrocuted and apologized. "I'm sorry, I am still new and cannot control the fire in me," he said "He felt it but didn't recognize it," Rose said, getting annoyed. "It's okay, let's get it over and done with," Alina said and took Caleb's hand. As soon as their hands meet, Amelia's eyes brighten and vision floods their eyes. "Halea!" Caleb blurted, "It was her all along," "So you know who this person is?" the Alpha asked

he snarled, his eyes filled with fury. “Damon, listen to me!” Queen Rebecca commanded, her voice strong. “This path leads to destruction for all of you.” With a dramatic crack of lightning, the garden transformed into a tempest, rain pouring down as thunder rumbled overhead. The once serene garden turned dark, reflecting the turmoil raging within Bloom’s heart. “Choose, Bloom!” Rebecca called out, urgency lacing her words. “You must choose, Bloom. Choose wisely.”