Rebel Eight Novels & Stories

Nicholas is not her only enemy, and every brick in these four walls looks down on Bellatrix's blood. Bellatrix was startled by a muffled scream. The sound is coming from below. Nicholas caught prey again. Once again, a human life ended to quench his thirst. It's almost like that. Sometimes for women, sometimes for men, and sometimes for children. They cry out for survival. Who wants to leave this beautiful world? What a treat here! Bellatrix wrapped her arms around her chest and squeezed her ears with both hands. Nicholas is cruel and ruthless. Bellatrix has hated, hates, and will hate him. The screams from below stopped. Again, that hard silence. Bellatrix frowned. These days, the desire fo

So, we created a scene in which we made Laura and Damien believe that 'Rebel' was dead. Rebel is a short version of Rebellious, which is what everyone here calls her, since she is known for her rebellious personality. She never stopped herself from trying whatever it was to escape her present. She is exactly her mother's daughter, which is annoying. I never got to see her or come here since I knew that the werewolves were keeping an eye on me, and I couldn't take the risk of being exposed to the enemies. Unlike me, Tristan sacrificed his sixteen years to keep an eye on our annoying guest.

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.

“You said the rogue told you that Luna Rebel is the long-lost granddaughter of the Rising Moon pack. Where has she been all this time and when were Alpha Reid and Luna Adele made aware that she is alive?” “We only just found out yesterday and dropped everything to come here councilman.” Reid said first. “My father Harris Lawson, former beta of Ironclaw, kept me hidden away, Sir.” Rebel said quietly. "Why?” Elias questioned. Rebel looks over to me and I give her an encouraging look. She looks back over to Elias and begins, “That’s what I would like to know councilman. My mother Sydney died giving birth to me. My father told my mother’s family that we both died and he brought me to Ironclaw. I

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.

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.” ‎

All day matty has been torturing me even hook me up to an iv with the wolfsbane and ravine mixture he likes to call the hybrid mix because he can't think of anything better I guess. Matty has been torturing me every hour to keep me from healing. My body was covered in bruises, cut and burns, I was wearing nothing but a black bloody sports bra and black bootie shorts with a black collar that has heathen wrote on it. True to his word the king was doing anything and everything to insure that everyone saw a weak defeated rebel. Little did the stupid king know that I still had alot of fight left and I'm as stubborn as hell.

Becca said, and I nodded in appreciation as she left. "I didn't expect that you'd come back here." She looked around, smiling. "I also didn't expect to be back here but I wanted to see you." "See me?" I squinted my eyebrows at her, surprised. Mirabelle wanting to see me was something new. "Yea, I shouldn't be telling you this but I just thought I should pay you back for helping me by informing you." "Ok , so what is it? "There's a rebel group, fighting for the equal treatment of female wolves and I want you to join," she whispered, keeping her voice low.

Elara’s POV I roamed through the college campus, my boots dragging on the cobblestone walkways, my mind weighing down on me much more heavily than the backpack strapped across my back. The fall weather was dry with the smell of fallen leaves. Memories of my former life tore at me—my parents’ deaths, the chill of their coffins, the whisper of liquid silver that had stolen them three days after my eighteenth birthday. I’d been reborn to rewrite that destiny, to save them. Dad's shooting, the venom in his veins, was a warning  of history that had returned to where it started. I squeezed my notebook more tightly, the pages full of leads that went nowhere.