Rebel Song Novels & Stories

‎Still. ‎Unfamiliar. ‎ ‎And wearing the burning sun symbol. ‎ ‎The new leader. ‎ ‎ ‎

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

“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.”

Gía replied furiously. Odalis raised her hand to slap Gia, but Gia stopped her. "How dare you!" "I dare because I'm fed up! Fed up with you, with Juno, with this whole farce!" Gia pushed her hard. "You're going to pay for this!" Odalis tried to grab her again. This time, Gia was prepared, her fist slammed into Odalis's perfect nose, making her stagger. "My nose! Damn savage!" Odalis screamed, as blood stained her expensive blouse.

“Your first life was a wreck! It was ruined and destroyed! So what are you going to do about it!” “Get up Harper! Stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself! Get up and get back at the people who ruined your life!” “Do whatever you have to do to get what you want! Being a good girl has never really payed you anyway” I screamed at myself at the top of my voice, I slumped to the ground, my whole body shook as I wailed in pains, my hands squeezing tightly on my chest. *“Tomorrow is a new day, Don't let the darkness of today overshadow the brightness of tomorrow”*

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.

“The world was cruel to me as a child. I don’t remember much but I do recall I woke up one fine morning in a house, it was small but warm and my mother, she… she smiled at me and told me I would be fine,” “Our mother is… dead,” I blurted out. Rowan chuckled. “Mama Reesa might not have given birth to me but she was my mother and she did everything in her power to protect me,” he defended. “She used to stand up for me to her husband when he would physically hit me and every time she did that, she ended up getting beat up herself,” he revealed. All i could do was stare at him as my heart contrasted painfully. I could feel rage boiling in me but kept it bottled in.

He snatched two shots off a passing waiter's tray and handed one to me. Fuck it. I was overthinking fun. I had no gang responsibilities. No enemies breathing down my neck. Two people here were loyal to me. I should just let go. "Bottoms up!" I threw the shot back. The band took the stage—drag queens, dressed in dazzling sequined outfits, their makeup flawless, their energy electric. The music hit deep, vibrating through my bones, making my pulse sync with the beat. I had never felt so alive. I let go.

The flight home is short, I take a quick break nap time while we were on air and it is refreshing because I know this might be the only break I would get in coming days as the wedding in next week and I have a gala to attend This Art Gala is the second thing that has a place in my heart asides creating drugs for reasons I am unwilling to share with the general public “Sir we are home” My assistant says and I open my eyes instantly and then the rest of the journey home is short Stepping out of the car later, I inhale deeply, it's good to be home. The mansion smells of pine and familiarity and everything Vegas could never offer and my wolf stretches in satisfaction, enjoying being back on our

“Repeat after me. I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.” “I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.” I repeated the words, feeling each one resonate within me. After we had walked for a few more minutes, the trees began to thin, and the path started to widen. I could see the outlines of small structures in the distance, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized where we were headed. The redhead turned to me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Welcome to the rebellion.”