Rebel Song Novels & Stories

I completed silently in my head. "Why are you suddenly smiling, it's creepy," Maya chimed, not believing me but I ignored her. "I have a crazy plan girls," I informed them and they shared a glance before facing me, looking totally interested in whatever crazy plan I had. "What's the plan?" Maya asked curiously and I grinned. "I'm going to have a rebel group." "A rebel group?" Naya repeated, unsure of what I meant. "Yes, a rebel group," I affirmed "With ladies ready rebel against the unjust traditions of the werewolf community that makes the females inferior to men and the unfair treatment being imposed on us."

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.

Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

“We Brits should’ve done in all you bloody Highlanders when we ’ad the chance.” Murtagh growled. “Ye daft—” “Would you two idiots swear like some fucking American cowboys for once? Christ,” Rebel swore. He had their attention again now. Solomon’s finger was already on the trigger, as was Rebel’s. Rebel’s grip tightened in threat. “Last chance,” he warned. “Your ol’ antidote will die with me, Rebely.” At the moment, Rebel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d originally intended to do this without Solomon, so why the hell did it matter? He’d protect Lily for as long as it took and find another way. He’d made a mistake coming here.

Rid simply whispered. I replied narrowly, "Crush!! We have fallen into a trap, Sophia will wage a war from which only a miracle can be spared." I said that as I listened to my rebellious whisper to her wolf Alora, "This is who you are supporting!! Let him and the ugliness wait. I'm sure they'll love my surprise for them."

“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,” Talen’s smile was all teeth. Heath’s lips curled. “I’d believ

His beautiful song was our love story’s grand finale. "I'm the fool who threw true love away And now it's raining every single day Baby I'm sorry for hurting you that way Please, forgive this fool and choose to stay" Everyone cheered for him. As he gave me the roses, I managed to force a little smile and he looked really hurt by it. A pang in my chest made me wince, but I managed to make it go away.

Jewelry, famous paintings, antiques, even an entire art gallery. Each one worth a fortune. Each one sent back unopened. The ones I couldn't return, I burned. In the gardens, I built a bonfire from his letters. The flames licked the night sky. A funeral pyre for the girl I used to be. "Burning the past again?" Leo asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "No," I said, leaning back into his embrace. "Just wondering when he'll finally give up." "Maybe never," Leo whispered, kissing my ear. "The men who fall in love with you don't let go easily."

“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.

Shadow: There’s nothing I want to do more in this moment than punch this smug bastard’s face. “So, any updates Roman?” In this part of the world, I am known as Roman D’Angelo, the only son of one the man that owns an enormous network of underground casinos throughout New York and European cities, and unfortunately I am the only son that means that I am the heir.