Rebel Droid Novels & Stories

“Do you really expect us to trust him so easily?” “No,” Xander said simply. “I don’t. Which is why he’s sworn a blood oath.” This information made them pause. Rowan frowned. “And you think that’s enough?” “It’s all we have,” I interjected. “Darius has spent years with the rebels. He knows their movements, their plans—he could be the key to stopping this war before it goes any further.” “He could also be leading us into a trap.” Kaida signed. “I know my brother,” I said firmly. “And I know when he’s lying.”

"We shouldn't be down here. We should be finding a doctor, or a priest, or whatever the hell Alphas use when their souls are being sucked dry." "We’re doing exactly what we need to do," Dante said, pulling me closer as we navigated a narrow ledge over a pit of boiling coolant. "The rebels in the Shadow... they aren't just Scrappers. They are the leftovers of Elena’s first war. They know the frequency. They know how to stabilize the Tether without killing me." "And if they don't?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper over the roar of the steam. "Then I die a free man instead of a CEO in a cage," he answered, his obsidian eyes locking onto mine for a fleeting second.

Saveroth also left the room. On the other hand, Damien was also smiling at the seat of his Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. Yep, Damien is the only noble-class vampire who never uses a personal driver. Damien smiled. Novak's decision to make him the leader of the rebel hunting army was a big step towards his success in overthrowing the vampire kingdom. They did not know that Damien was the leader of the rebel army itself.

Naming felt less like drowning. ‎His lip twitched, almost like a smile, but tighter. “My people. A couple of guys from outside the club I trust. Guy called Taye, he’s owed me a favor since I once bailed him out of a mess with a dealer. He’s clean. No loyalties to Marcus. He’ll help.” ‎ ‎“How many?” ‎ ‎“Enough,” he said. “Not too many. We’re not trying to start a war.” ‎

Compact and slanted, written quickly on a strip of paper that would not survive contact with water. Rebellion ready. Avery has forces positioned outside. Need three more weeks. Keep Sierra alive through semi-finals. The final fight is our window. Below that: Phoenix. Three weeks. Three more fights between now and the window the rebellion had spent years building toward. An eternity measured in the number of things that could go wrong between a Tuesday afternoon in a cell block and the moment everything either worked or it did not. Ryder read the note once more, then worked it between his fingers until nothing remained that could be read, and let the pieces fall.

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

They already had their minds set to execute me anyway. "This creature is a destabilisation to the order of the moon" it was the elder with the ice cold eyes speaking. "She exists out of hierarchy, outside of obedience." It dawned on me then. They feared what they could not control. I existed outside of obedience and control, that made me a threat. I laughed then, it came out cracked and sharp, like jagged glass. They didn't fear what I could or might do, they feared that I could not be controlled. I finally understood the truth.

“I say you were planted. Prepared. That your disappearance years ago wasn’t exile—but training. Grooming. And now you’re here to rule us all.” A lie. A dangerous one. Behind him, more rebels shift, growls rumbling through the air like thunder before a storm. “You’re tearing the packs apart,” I say. “For what? Power?” “For freedom,” Darian snaps. “From destiny chosen without consent. From a Moon that plays favorites. From rulers who think bloodlines make them gods.” The crowd murmurs. I see it then—the fear underneath the anger. The uncertainty. The cracks Selene warned about. “This rebellion will kill us,” I say quietly. “If you strike now, there will be no coming back.”

][ ACTIVATING DEFENSE PROTOCOL. From the shadows of the server racks, droids emerged. Not the clumsy security bots. These were Spider-Tanks. Fast, agile, with machine guns mounted on their backs. "Jack! Hold them off!" Sebastian yelled. "Kenji! Jack in! Kill the upload!" Jack dropped the plushie. He pulled out a grenade launcher (hidden inside the plushie).THUMP. The first grenade hit a Spider-Tank. BOOM. "Eat this, you metal crabs!"

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."