Rebel Droid Novels & Stories

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

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.

SCARLET (EVE SANCHEZ)POV "I can assure you Mr Black that you won't regret working with us... As you already know, we are the best in this field, and despite having so many other franchises, we are still at the top of the charts, once you give your approval for this project, we will not only own the chart but the returns will be used for the betterment of the country" I explained with a smile on my face. Mr Black smiled. "A lot of people want that land that you are after Scarlet Antonio Rivera... And you are so young... "

The rebellion she had nurtured from whispers and shadows was no longer just a dream—it was breathing, beating, and soon, it would roar. She moved swiftly through the underground corridors, every turn familiar, every torch lit by her command. The rebels weren’t just fighters—they were outcasts, mages, forgotten nobles, and those who had tasted the cruelty of the ruling bloodlines. And under Elara’s leadership, they had found something to believe in again. In the war chamber, Dain was already waiting—leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, eyes following her closely. Unlike Kael, he had never believed in the crown. He believed in survival, in strategy, and, perhaps grudgingly, in her.

“Not until I have this place safe. You’re safest in your room with Mara and Elvie right now. You need to eat this not me.” Reu said nothing, just stood with his head downwards, trying to make himself invisible. The room was too small to make a third wheel disappear. Even so, I wasn’t going to accept this lying down. “It hasn’t even been twelve hours since I woke up and you’re getting rid of me? What happened to everything you said?” His face snapped to attention, his brown eyes burning daggers into me with frustration. “A full scale rebellion happened, that's what! Machine-guns still ringing in my ears! I cannot look after you in this state-”

Dante POV. Rebel was released a week after she woke up. She has been resting at home, much to her disappointment. Our family room has now become base for operation. Find the bitch Sara and kill her slowly! Rebel has such a way with words. I am working alongside my family to track and find her hopefully before Rebel is at full strength, but so far it is like Sara has just vanished into thin air. Even the tech genius Candy hasn’t been able to track her. So that tells us that someone powerful is in play keeping her hidden, but who?

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.

Michael: Stay on your game Rebel Rebel: Bye Daddy (phone dead) I summon a maid to bring my driver. The party this evening is A-list, so I won't be packing a gun. No issue. I wear a small pistol on my thigh for good measure and smile to myself. I am twenty-five, and my whole body is an arsenal. I don't need much to get the job done. Even my nails are lethal.

Sybil’s POV “Sorry, Hunter, but if you take the throne, then you become King—the sole ruler of this land.” I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze without backing down. “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I want revenge. And how am I supposed to do that if I don’t hold the throne myself?”

Florian applied the ointment with the same careful attention, his touch clinical despite the intimacy of the moment. "Are you a fighter?" I asked, curious about his "experience." He nodded once. "Yes." "Are you good at it?" A hint of pride flashed in his eyes. "Very. Which is why I have to be careful not to break your bones." After finishing with my injuries, Florian disappeared into another room, returning with a sleek white smartphone identical to his own black one. "For you," he said, placing it in my palm. "Latest model, untraceable."