Rebel Book Novels & Stories

He muttered hoarsely, "This can't be. Meg wouldn't do something like this…" But the solid proof—complete with familiar profile pictures—left him with no room for denial. He jerked his head up, his eyes filled with agony and regret, unable to believe that the sister he had always doted on could be so vicious. He wondered if Evelina would still be alive if he hadn't been reborn, if she had managed to take the Moonviolet serum like she did in her last life. Maia's gaze was icy as she pulled a voice recorder from her pocket and pressed play with deliberate force.

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

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.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

she soothed, her words enveloping me in a blanket of security and love. But her comfort, as soothing as it was, could not fully penetrate the layers of guilt and self-reproach that had settled in my heart. Amid my sobbing, a stark realization dawned on me - the sheer folly of my actions. The underground fights, the needless risk, the relentless pursuit of violence as a means of control - it all seemed so utterly foolish now. The path I had chosen, one that I had convinced myself was necessary, was nothing but a misguided attempt to escape a reality I was unwilling to face.

I whispered, blinking up at him, trying to process his words. "You're my enchantress. Mine.” His voice came out like a growl, rough and rigid. "I can barely keep my eyes off you, stop my hands my turning you around and fucking you until your brain switch turns off and you can barely think and you're crying and begging for a moments rest but then I won't give that to you because for once you'll do as I tell you to and then I'll crave the defiance in your eyes again. I'll want to see the fire than burns in your eyes everytime you do the opposite of what I tell you to but I can't get enough of that Freya. My Rebel Wife.” He voice had gone so low now.

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

"What are you really trying to say? Don't give me any weird bullshit. I'm fucking tired right now." The man smiled widely. "What I want to say is that I found someone suitable as the leader position for our rebel group." Caskey, who had closed his eyes while leaning back in his chair, now opened his eyes spontaneously. "What?!" They are a group of rebels. However, until now, they have implemented a leaderless system. But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group.

“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.”

"Let's clean up this place, shall we?" I work a few more hours with Gina and head home. "Anyone home?" I call out. Rebel and I are sharing an apartment. She picked a nursing program at college. But she didn't want to live in the dorms. "I'm in the living room," Rebel calls out. "And damn, are these drawings yours? They are SO good." Smiling, I enter our cramped living room. Rebel is holding the tattoo designs that I've drawn on paper. Nathan wanted to get inked, so I've been messing around.