Rebelde Novels & Stories

I returned my gaze to the lady, "Tell me, what's your name and what's the name of this pack?" She smiled at me, leading me to a tree where a wooden chair was, "My name is Joy, and this is the rebel pack." I was taken aback, I had never heard about this pack. "The Rebel Pack? Tell me more about this pack, I have never heard of this pack." She nodded her head and gulped down the drink, "Well, we are a pack of mixed breeds, this pack is different, it's a pack where different wolves who have been rejected, disowned, and the rest come together."

The words dissolve into silence. And then my phone vibrates in my pocket. A message. No number. No name. Just three words: > “Run. They’re coming.” My pulse spikes. The message is signed — A.R. Axel Reed. He’s alive. And I have no idea whether that’s a blessing… or a warning.

Ripper says while laughing, but I growl and rev the throttle and head back in the direction of home. She is going to get the spanking of a lifetime for running away. But this is Rebel all over. It is in her nature. Rebel by name and clearly by nature. I should have known better than to leave her. Rebel is unpredictable and when she gets it in her head that she can do something, she does it at any cost.

I whispered, more so to myself. “What’s a rebel wolf?” Reaper asked. “They are pack wolves who lost respect in the hierarchy. They remain pack wolves but choose to run with domestic wolves. It’s scarce. I’ve only heard of three incidents in wolf history where it has happened. It usually happens when the rebel wolf has been wronged. They seek retribution. It is why they do not disband. They want an apology for the wrong, or they will seek vengeance for a crime.” I looked at Beast. “Have you reached out?”

"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."

“Our destiny is the same as theirs. He frowns at me, thoroughly confused. “Never,” he whispers. “Asmodeus went against the blood god's wishes. He made Ruth for Asmodeus, and he abandoned her. Me? I’d rather fall on the Ash stake than betray you in that way.” A soft sob tears from my chest and I fall into my groom’s arms, allowing him to comfort me. **

REBEL: Who is this? The response arrived instantly. UNKNOWN: Someone who knows what happened after Ivy left you alone. My stomach dropped.

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

He bellowed in defiance, “Prince Habeb! I know you by your voice, even though your face is covered with a mask. I am a man of prudence, so if you add 'fearless' you have fully rated me. I do not talk with pride as you do. To blame your evil intent is nothing; for we are the underdog nation. We have been fulfilling our own terms with the Emperor by paying our tributes to him so we can live in peace, but you have come to shatter our peace deliberately for unworthy reasons. Love for goodness sake has no connection with war. You do not love Banabella. You are a scoundrel. You murdered the true heir to the throne of the Empire of Suramy. Your gods got you confined to a sick-bed because of your si

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.