Rebel Clones Novels & Stories

He even has the respect of people who don’t know him. Outside the walls of The Rebelution, he is unknown by the other packs because he doesn’t communicate with them. The only time when Clay is in action, is when Beast is in killing mode – and that’s usually on rescue missions where we rescue those trapped by Simoa. During the past five years, of the three thousand members of The Rebelution, about half of them were rescued from Simoa’s grasp. Clayton has really dedicated his life to The Rebelution and taking down his parents and Simoa. We’re all confident in that he’s doing all that he can. I know for a fact that we’re all itching to attack, but he won’t let us go into it prematurely, and so

As I move to step out from behind the bar, Fang’s hand lands on my shoulder, warm and grounding. “You ain’t alone, Rebel,” he says quietly. “Never again.” I know. I believe him. But as I look around the crowded clubhouse that was my home, my sanctuary, I can’t shake the feeling that the past isn’t done with me yet. And something is coming. Something big enough to change everything, again.

I say to them and Rebel just nods her head at what I’m saying. “Ok, you leave and you stay in touch with me. I will be heading out with the Mother’s Revenge to find the underground auctions and to find her. The problem we have is she may not even be in the country. I have called in the help of other clubs around the world and the DeAngelis’s will do the same. Go, Melody will be looked after here. No harm will come to her.” Rebel says, and I stand up and turn to walk to the door. “Oh and Outlaw, I want Felicity and the president of the Sons Of Hades alive. I have big plans for them. So don’t disappoint me.” Rebel says, and I smirk at her.

“They said they’d teach her how to throw knives. I said no. They said they’d teach her how to hit wolves with rocks. I also said no.” Ronan snorted. Sophie, sitting beside Xavier, nearly choked on her drink, laughing. Alpha Merek arrived with Samuel and Abel, the three of them immediately shifting the conversation. Abel leaned over the table. “Rebel movements near the eastern cliffs. The Crimson Rogue is gaining notoriety.” Xavier’s expression hardened. “Do we know who she is?” Abel shrugged. “Whoever she is, she’s spilling blood and getting attention.” “Not good attention,” Samuel muttered.

“What do you want?” The replica’s gaze slid to him, unreadable. “To warn you. They’re rebuilding. And they’re not making more of her.” Evelyn’s stomach twisted. “What do you mean?” “They’re making him.” For a second, Evelyn didn’t understand. Then the implication hit her like ice, they're making Alexander. The Consortium wasn’t cloning her anymore, they were cloning him. The clone took a step closer, her movements unnervingly graceful. “They’ve already made one. Prototype AX-01. Smarter. Stronger. Programmed to finish what you couldn’t.”

"The Rebel Army? " "Listen, Eva, there' s a secret I' ve never told anyone. The Rebel Army is a rogue army formed to fight against the rule of Lycan King. They lurk in the Rosebud Pack disguised as ordinary residents. And Daniel is the leader of the Rebel Army. My guess is that Daniel gave the order for the the Rebel Army to kill you in secret. " "My Goddness, so does Lycan King know about this? "

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

They possess skills that leave no trace behind. I observe them with apprehension, my uncertainty evident in my gaze. "Are you sure they can handle this? It's a delicate matter, and I need it done swiftly and without a trace," I express anxiously. Blade's sinister smile sends shivers down my spine as he confidently responds, "Don't worry, Salena. We're professionals. We leave no loose ends. Your mate will disappear, and no one will suspect a thing." Within the confines of a dimly lit safehouse, I sit at a table surrounded by Blade, Viper, and Reaper. The atmosphere is charged with tension as we discuss the intricacies of our plan, careful to keep our voices low.

Three hundred Nulls stood on the other, breathing in staccato gasps. A divided house. My stomach twisted—iron knots pulling tighter. "You think they are weak?" I asked the Rogue. I pointed to the Nulls. "They have no fur," the Rogue spat. "No claws. They break." "They have fingers," I corrected. "And they have aim." I signaled Rax. The rebel leader stepped forward. He pulled a tarp off a pile of jagged weapons. They were composed of pipes, wires, and canisters of glowing blue fluid.