Rebel Ghost Novels & Stories

The stench of blood and decay is overwhelming. "Finish them off!" she screams, sending another wave of dark power. With every surge, they grow stronger and more terrifying. "Connor Blazeheart, wake up now! Remember your mother, your sister, your wife. That monster isn’t what you think it is!" Uriel manages to break free just as the ice holding Connor wears off. The alpha crashes into one of the massive trees, growling in frustration at missing his target. "What the hell is going on?" Kaelan shouts, struggling to throw off six of the pack members. It’s proving far more difficult than he anticipated.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

"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."

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

The fight had been fierce, and they were more than ready to drag their injured bodies home. “Good riddance, bitch,” one burly guy said before spitting at the grave. WOOOOOSH! Cold wind suddenly blew, making all of them shiver. “Shit! Is that her ghost?” the youngest asked in a terrified voice which earned him a whack on the head from their leader. “Are you stupid? We just buried her. She might not even be dead yet. What ghost are you talking about?” the leader countered, but he too was obviously rattled.

"You're okay, I guess." The rest of the ride was quiet. When the car stopped, I stormed out. After I slammed the door, I heard him call my name. I turned, confused, and saw Daniel's face half-hidden in the shadows. He spoke softly. "The truth is, it wasn't Jeffrey who comforted you back then. It was me. Jeffrey poisoned Bobby and killed him." I felt like I had been hit by lightning and just stared at him. "Why should I believe you?" "The white frangipani flower, remember?"

Gajeel had people everywhere, and snitching would only make things worse for Abigail. He must have planned defensive measures against the police. I'd have to cautious and wise about what to do. I sit on the edge of the rooftop, my elbow on my knees as I look from below. You could almost see the entire school Frome the view, right from the entrance gate. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Gajeel's words keeps looping in my head. The money. He wants the money. I laughed. The same money I had planned to travel faraway with and got caught up with gangs. One slash of a knife across my face and I let go of the bag.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.

For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. Then the courtyard shifted, tectonic, hearts and loyalties realigning—or refusing. Rhea slapped a fist to her chest, eyes fierce. “You want rogues held back and walls patched from the *outside,* storm-girl?” she called. “I’m there. We’ve been missing someone who knows which way the wind is blowing.” Rebel hesitated, tension written in every line of him. Then he nodded once, sharp. “I don’t like being told what to do by pups,” he said. “But I like losing wolves less. If you can keep more from walking into those cracks, I’ll hold the lines you point at.”