Rebel Marie Lu Novels & Stories

The sound of shattering glass filled the air. Her emergency backup beacon. A tiny transmitter embedded in her heel—one of many she’d had placed there, just in case. And somewhere, far away— Luca’s phone buzzed. His fingers wrapped around the device, his eyes darkening as he read the alert. And as Maria stood on that bridge, surrounded and outnumbered— She smirked. Because she had just declared war. And Luca? He was coming. Maria exhaled. Then, slowly, she lifted her hands. A sign of surrender. But the game? It had only just begun.

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.

The rebels hauled us up like cargo, dragging our shivering, soaked bodies onto the rusted metal deck of the skiff. I hit the deck hard, the cold Lagos wind biting through my silk slip. Mara stood over us, her white hair windswept, a jagged pulse-rifle slung over her shoulder. Behind her, a dozen rebels watched us with a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated suspicion. "You blew up the Ivory Spire," Mara said, her voice a mix of disbelief and dark glee. "The High Queen’s personal lab is a pile of ash. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?"

Not while my heart still thundered like a war drum in my chest. It wasn't just blood. It was proof. A declaration. A promise. I wrapped it in cloth, tucked it beneath my tunic, and stepped into the night. The infirmary tent glowed dimly beneath the moonlight. Inside, rows of wounded rebels lay in silence, their breaths uneven, their faces streaked with ash and old tears. And among them stood Mara. The last healer of the eastern tribes. She was hunched over a boy no older than twelve, her fingers glowing faintly with blue light, her voice low and soft as a lullaby.

~KATALEYA~ “May we talk?” I ask Marie softly as people begin to disband. And I see Luis grumbling something as he heads back inside, constantly looking around sharply, and he appears to be extremely jumpy. A small evil part of me finds it rather amusing. That’s what happens when you make horrible comments at someone else. I turn back to Marie, who is watching me. “Please?” “Sure.” She nods. “Thank you…” I reply as she moves away from the group and walks towards me.

"Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company." A picture of Lucas and Amy's cruel faces came into my view. I thought about all the sacrifices I made in my marriage with Lucas. I thought about everything I’d done for Amy as my best friend and how they choose to repay me. They both deserved to be punished, to feel the heart wre

I gritted my teeth and kept my focus on Phoebe. She was already shaking. "And I, Phoebe Marie, future Alpha of the Marie pack, reject you, Declan Lincoln Oxford, as my fated mate." The pain intensified. It was blinding and relentless, tearing through me in waves. Before I knew it, I'd reached out and pulled her into my arms. The bond that had tied us together was ripping apart, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. I saw the pain reflected in her face, her body shuddering against mine as the bond unraveled between us.

Mary sat next to him and said in a calm voice, "Natasha is right. We can't marry her to a wheelchair-bound man." Lucas looked at Mary and said angrily, "What do you mean? Are you asking me to ruin my company for your daughter? If it is what you are wishing for, then you are wrong. I will never ever do this. The marriage will happen. I had let my dignity and begged Mr. Center's Grandfather for a chance. I can not waste it" "Not at all. It is time to bring back your mistress's daughter," Mary said with a sly smile. Lucas was completely stunned when he heard Mary's words.

“Even if you still don't like me, the fact that I'm his wife won't change. I am now the Luna of White Pride!” “You are a rude woman, Nadine Smith!”

“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-”