Rebel Eight Novels & Stories

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

"Now, pick a stage name. Something that sounds like the end of the world.” I looked at the silver mesh reflecting the purple light. I thought of the shadows, the secrets. “Vesper” The word felt like a secret on my tongue. “...you?” “Rebel” she grinned, checking her reflection one last time. The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, “Tonight, a rare debut. Two angels, fallen from grace. Welcome... Rebel and Vesper.” The crowd erupted and just like that everything became too real. My stomach dropped so violently I nearly folded in half.

I angrily questioned him, but he harshly rebuked, "You don't understand how helpless Lyra is as a concubine-born daughter. Only I know how difficult it is for a delicate woman like her to survive in this palace. Why are you so mean? She's your sister, yet you won’t even give her a pack of chocolate chip cookies." Every time I thought about this, my heart numbed from heartache. Now that I had been reborn, I wanted to see if Lyra would make such a rash wish again. Watching Thalyx being dragged away, I finally felt at ease and returned to my room. I thought Thalyx and I would rarely see each other, but he crept into my room that night. He lay on my bed with a grim expression, the crimson blood

"Great!" Rebel takes me to a store and has us trying random makeup. Since I'm not a loser who cries when my girl wants to try eyeshadows on me, I'm soon walking with one blue eyelid and the other purple. I'm freaking fabulous. I help Rebel pick out groceries and notice that her walking speed and energy die down by the end of our tour. She seems exhausted, so tired that when we are by the cash registers, she doesn't even fight me when I offer to pay for her stuff.

Rebelliad is a very unique city, and it might be the safest and most dangerous route that one could take to cross the north king mountain to enter the territory of the northern lands. Rebelliad is the safest route because there is an official road from the city to the northern lands that was built by the past lords to facilitate their communication and business between the Fressia Kingdom, but it is also the most dangerous route due to the fact that no ordinary individual can enter and exit the city freely without being targeted by a lot of ill-intentioned forces.

The rain falls even harder, but everything is still visible thanks to the light radiating from her. Saya looks down at the wreck of a man groaning under her huge paws without making a sound. Her gaze is calm yet menacing. The renegades, half-dazed, try to stand and stare in terror at what just happened. Even many of Connor's guardians do the same, as they have no idea what Selene truly is or what she is capable of doing. "You... damn..." spits Augusto, though his voice is barely audible due to the severe wounds all over his body and the torrential rain pouring down.

We saw that the commotion was ended and the broken pieces of that wine were removed from the front door of their house. "Let's go? The night is still young." Rebecca said as she winked at her. We left the place and headed at the nearest opened cocktail lounge that night. _______ Rebbeca's POV It felt really good to piss my father. That man, rather. I think everything that I did is something that he deserve to experience, even more than that. I wanted to do something to get even. I can feel that he deserve revenge coming from me for what he did to my mom. I will never forget it. Never will I ever forgive him either. I guess the wound will heal in my heart but it will never allow me to accept

Chapter 2: Rebel ~Wren~ I slink in through the loose shingles on the roof, softly landing in our makeshift hideout loft. It isn’t much, honestly, it looks like a child’s playhouse, but when all the outliers are beggars or thieves, it’s hard to come by nice things for a rebel headquarters. We are lucky that Ms. Grayford is deaf and never travels upstairs. Not that she would care if she did. She hates Alpha Alden as much as we all do.

Molly added. "Yeah, Team Queens is dead. That bitch, Rebecca, has been avoiding us and teaming up with other girls to make fun of our fall. I always feel nauseous whenever I think about that night and everything... That video hasn't been taken down and Justin is nowhere to be found after that night. I suspect he's done that on purpose, I hate ever advising Sophy to give him a chance" Vicky muttered.

Gia nodded, but she couldn't help but feel a chill, there was something in the way Juno had looked at her, something that scared her and, at the same time, intrigued her. In her room, Juno couldn't believe her luck, of all the possible women, her grandmother had chosen that rebel to be her assistant.