Rebel Name Novels & Stories

The whole town had been destroyed by the betrayal, resulting in so much fighting that this delicate fourteen-year-old girl was the only survivor left from the little village on the mountain. The young girl sits hunched over her small wooden desk, devoid of all materials but those she brought with her, as she works with nothing but candle flame to drive away the darkness in the small, dank cabin that smelled of dirt and drying blood. This is where the girl made her name as the messenger of the Covenant.

"I'll find investors, I'll stand outside their companies until they listen to me." "Stop humiliating yourself, soon they'll put you to clean their shoes, Juno Greco has millions." Regina's ambition knew no bounds. "And he's obsessed with Gia, everyone knows it, he's the top gossip on social media," Alina added, getting up to pour herself some coffee. "That's exactly why it'll work, you're the spitting image of your father, just like Gia, if you dress up right I'm sure you'll win him over." Regina smiled again, already imagining that money.

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.

said my brother in anger. "The rebel we been chasing is the heathen's girl?" I asked shocked that a hybird so power would mate a weak human. Matthews lowered his head as he said no has if he is ashamed of what he has to tell us. "The heathen was the rebel, she disguised herself as a human some how." Matthew explained. I frozed he had to be joking I looked at his face in hopes it was a joke. "So your saying that the heathen that killed hundreds of my men, including my mate is not only a women but can disguise herself as a human" says my father's he shook with anger. Matt only nodded.

I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and smirk at them both. “My name is Rebel. But you already know that.” I say as they both stand and stagger before they fall back down. “You bitch, we will kill you.” Paddy slurs and I chuckle as the door opens and in walk my girls. Their disguises gone as they wipe their blood-stained hands.

"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."

But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group. And the young man was now smiling very broadly as he drove the car through the royal gates. Who is it? Was it Daniel he was referring to? And this rebel group, No one knew that Caskey was a rebel who infiltrated the military.

To choose what’s most important to them. The Illucian’s were no friends of mine. DeMarcus being the shady man that he was. His wife and daughter being the two that stayed away from his dealings. And his son, Danarius, quickly following in his father’s footsteps. At seventeen he already showed a great prowess and interest in the way DeMarcus ran his underground world. One we all pretended wasn’t tied to the mob or dirty dealings with whatever species would give him the most bang for his buck.

What must he do to make everything as it once was? What must he do to get his mate back? "Where are you, my little rebel?" he murmurs, burying his face in his hands. His wolf is suffering just as much as he is.

I glanced at Athenia who stood next to me with her hands on her hips. For once, she wasn’t wearing her leather armour. She looked like any other peasant woman, but she was righteously pissed off at Dunkeld. “That’s the boy,” she said. “That scrawny little child?” “He will grow up.” I couldn't see what she saw, not yet, but I knew enought to understand that Athenia's prophecies weren't to be ignored. “I will go introduce myself to Dunkeld.” Like the rest of the twenty-one, surnames didn’t exist when Asmodeus made me. Over time, we worked over way into human society and adopted to their ever-changing cultures. I took on the name of Earl Rathdowne.