Novel & Cerita Rebel Ghost

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

“But we will need more. The Council won’t fall with a single strike. This is just the beginning.” He hesitated. “And Ryder?” Her chest tightened. “What about him?” “Some of the rebels say they’ve seen him beyond the pines,” Thalen murmured. “They call him the Ghost Alpha now. They say he fights for the packs again.” She swallowed, keeping her face still despite the storm raging within. “Ghost stories keep people hopeful. Let them talk.” “And if he really is out there?” “Then I hope he stays far from me,” she whispered. “For his sake.”

The same unfair kind of attractiveness that made you angry just looking at them. Except this man looked older and more refined. Grey streaks cut cleanly through dark hair, styled perfectly. His jaw was sharper somehow, his expression calmer. There was something dangerous about him too, but unlike Chris, it wasn’t cruel. His gaze moved over me carefully, taking in the ruined mascara, trembling hands, and probably the fact that I looked seconds away from either crying or murdering someone. “You’re Rebel.” His voice was deep and smooth, confident without trying too hard. I frowned immediately. “Who are you?”

“Listen to me. You don’t owe them anything, not forgiveness, not a conversation, not a goddamn second of your time.” I nod, but the ache in my chest doesn’t ease. “They said they changed.” He snorts. “They haven’t, They’re hungry and they think you’re the meal.” My stomach twists at the metaphor. “They won’t stop, will they?” “No,” he admits. “But they’ll have to get through me first.” I swallow, leaning into the comfort of his presence. “Rebel,” he adds, voice dropping lower, more serious, “things are shifting. I need you to stay alert. Stay close. Don’t wander off alone.”

But the gang made it clear that I wasn’t a burden, instead… I was someone they could rely on, too. “Ghost,” Tyler’s voice crackled over the comm in my helmet. “They’re here. Three bikes. Colors we don’t know.” Ghost. Yeah, after I left the Iron Howlers Pack, I’ve decided that Raven died. And the one who remained was none other than this version of myself, a ghost. Headlights split the dust up ahead. Another rival gang who wouldn’t stop trying until they were taught a lesson. I rolled my shoulders, my grip tightening on the throttle.

Axel reprimanded Dante when he offered me the wheel to drive them home. "I am not going home with you guys. Take Reign home and keep her safe." Ghost had picked up the smell of his prey again and he wanted to go proper hunting. Axel was right. It was very unsafe to have me in the vehicle with them, then driving. That was enough trigger yo allow Ghost drive us all over the cliff to quench his thirst. Sometimes I wandered if he realized that if I got killed, he would seize to exist. Reign suddenly wanted me to leave with them but Ghost and I had other plans. I wanted to find him too. The same him that turned by wolf into a blood sucking soul. Only his blood would restore Ghost to his former st

I could only pray that my time at the monastery was enough to repent for my sins as a boy. In the wake of the attack, Earl Rathdowne came out of the dust like a spectre. He lifted the rubble off me as if it was no heavier than parchment. He knelt next to me, bit into his arm, and let his blood drip into my mouth. Almost right away, I started breathing easier. My broken bones knitted themselves back together and healed in an instant. “What kind of demon are you?” I asked. “You already know what I am,” Darrick said.

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

"I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration in his eyes. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his gaze. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun. Author: Gideon Fiadzomor Copyright protected