Rebel Novels & Stories

Aldric's POV The next two days pass in a bit of a blur. Despite his aversion to religion, Baron honours the rituals and celebrations to the letter of The Book. I don’t usually come here to celebrate, but this year Baron insisted that I attend. Almost all the elders are here. The only exception is Vesper, my brother. He’s an open traitor, working with the human rebellion. Baron placed a price on his head years ago, but no one can seem to find Vesper. I know exactly where he is, but I’d rather drink battery acid than tell Baron.

“I was…” He swallowed thickly. “I was betrayed,” the betrayal was still in his voice, raw and visceral. “I was betrayed, poisoned, weakened, and imprisoned. I was sent to the human’s lands, and there magical cuffs were put upon me,” he looked at his wrists as if still seeing those bindings. “Bindings created by a witch, who they continued to torment, seeming determined to torture unto death. I broke free, and took her with me, making her my second child, Meguitte,” his eyes flared red with his rebellion against the humans who had tried and failed to break him, the tension of his confession breaking. “I have always adopted rebels

Gia nodded, but she couldn't help but feel a chill, there was something in the way Juno had looked at her, something that scared her and, at the same time, intrigued her. In her room, Juno couldn't believe her luck, of all the possible women, her grandmother had chosen that rebel to be her assistant.

Jacque Rhodes, the best dad I have ever seen in a very long time, had fallen to the floor, his life slipping before the crowd that would never understand why. Rebel was so shocked and bewildered, broken even, but I did what I had to do to survive, to get my freedom; Killian had ordered the murder of his own father as he assumed command of the organisation. He should be the guilty one and the bad one – not me. I was obeying a command as a soldier, but I could not stay; I had to go. I shoved the rifle into the bag, its cold metal against the fabric like it did not belong there like it was something that had no place in my life any longer. I ran my hands over my

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

Rebel did not look angry; she looked like an ancient force of nature that had finally run out of patience. “You did not ruin my life, Tahlia,” Rebel said, her voice vibrating with power. “You are not that important. You are a small, bitter woman who could not handle the fact that the world did not revolve around her. You killed your own people for a chance to sit on a chair that was never yours. You are not a savior. You are a coward. You think you won because you hurt our bond, but all you did was show me that I am stronger than both of you combined.” “I am a wolf of the Obsidian pack!” Tahlia screamed. “I have more right to be

Austin POV I have my daughter in my arms. She is perfect. She has all her fingers and toes. Her hair is black like Rebel’s. Her eyes are like mine, I think. She gave me a small smile, and she has the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen. She yawns and I kiss her forehead. Rebel has made me a father once again, and I could be more in love with her and our daughter. Then chaos erupted. Rebel’s monitors go on the fritz, sounding all kinds of alarms. I look at Rebel, and she has become pale and has passed out.

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”