Rebel Soul Novels & Stories

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.

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.

He was tall and lean, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a sunny smile. He excelled at mathematics and often tutored me. Gradually, we became close. Just when I thought life was finally getting back on track, Sebastian's letters arrived one after another, persistent and relentless. [Rachel, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong. Please come back.] [Rachel, Viv is pregnant. The child is mine. I know this is hard for you to accept, but please believe me. You're the only one I love!] [Rachel, surely there's a limit to sulking. What do I have to do for you to forgive me?]

He suffered so much living as a spirit that seemed to be forever. This was the end of his misery! No more loneliness! No more running from those evil creatures! No more surviving against the darkness! He could be free! He thought that as long as he was a ghost there might come a time when he was picked up by the grim reaper, but then they said he wasn't on their list. He used to feel so hopeless. The hope of being released from this middle world was almost gone but now it was coming back. He had thought he would be trapped forever.

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."

All day matty has been torturing me even hook me up to an iv with the wolfsbane and ravine mixture he likes to call the hybrid mix because he can't think of anything better I guess. Matty has been torturing me every hour to keep me from healing. My body was covered in bruises, cut and burns, I was wearing nothing but a black bloody sports bra and black bootie shorts with a black collar that has heathen wrote on it. True to his word the king was doing anything and everything to insure that everyone saw a weak defeated rebel. Little did the stupid king know that I still had alot of fight left and I'm as stubborn as hell.

Slowly, the vulnerability burns away, replaced by something rigid and cold and my resolve strengthens back, the heat in my core hardens into a sharp, icy focus. I am going to spend life entirely differently this time around, it doesn't matter what obstacles this new life brings my way, and it doesn't matter how twisted Valerie's reality turns out to be. From this moment forward, I will be playing it completely by my rules and no one else is going to dictate my steps, and no one else is going to make me a victim again. I just need to know how it works around here first, to study the layout of this prison and the players inside it but revenge I absolutely must get even if I have to use my very

The space between us feels electric — fragile, too full of everything unsaid. “You were the reason I remembered I still had a soul,” he says quietly. For a moment, I can’t breathe. The forest feels too still. The wind has stopped, and all I can hear is the tremor in his voice. But then I remember — souls can lie too. I take a step back. “You say that like it fixes what you did.” “It doesn’t,” he admits. “But it’s the truth.” I want to believe him. God, I want to. But believing means forgiving, and I don’t know if I can do that yet.

I felt the excitement of the hunt and the joy of being with someone, the warmth of belongingness. I run up the mountain when I felt something weird, where is Halea? I realized that she’s not with us and I saw how the moon changes and so I called out for her and howl. I can feel her heartbeat, there are hate and anger. She needs me I need to return to see her.