Rebellion Bar Novels & Stories

He once again nodded his head and I swallowed thickly knowing I was about to throw a bomb. “Well... The Rebellion, closed the Sectors Borders!”

“Every rebellion needs a name.” “We’re not a rebellion,” I said. “Not yet.” “What would you call it then?” I looked at the documents spread across the table. Amon asleep on the bed, bleeding because he’d come to warn me. At Whitney planning recruitment like she was organizing a business venture instead of treason. At Fabian, a disgraced vampyre with nothing left to lose. “Insurance,” I said finally. “We’re insurance against the Houses winning.” “Poetic.” Fabian stood, stretching. “But I like Farseers better.”

They all nodded and I continued. “Well, as you know, I didn’t shift that day. When the party was over and everyone was asleep, my parents banished me from the castle and told me to leave. They disowned me and called me a mistake to them. Brantley heard the whole thing and he came with me. We were chased off the land by the Royal Warrior Lycans. We wanted to come back for you guys, but we couldn’t – at least not without getting ourselves killed. We left for Metropolis, and for the first year, we were homeless. I still hadn’t shifted. In fact, I didn’t shift until I was twenty one. Anyway, back to the story. It took a year for Brantley and I to decide that we were going to go against my parent

The only sign of his anger, a small ticking in his Jaw. "Gabriel!" He growled. "Yes your majesty," The Gamma got to his feet again and bowed. "I need your services as Captain of the guard. There's a rebellion among some villages on the outskirts of Xintha. Deal with it." The dining room seemed to spin and I blinked. Deal with it?! What did that even mean? And the rebellion. Was this a sign to me? Were the rebels so powerful they could rankle a king that conquered the entire continent? “Your majesty, we need to investigate. The rebels might not be from those Xinthan villages. Maybe Its a trap? The attack is too far from the capital city to make any sense." Rylan spoke up in an attempt to calm

" This brought her back to the second thing from their talk that previously stuck out to her. Cassandra earlier said she was willing to go to war for Christopher. "Guess there's no harm in telling you. Since it will be made public before you even leave." Shrugged Cassandra. "Helenfel will be announcing it's secession from Albrael, and an Alliance with The Black Guard." It was now Andrea's turn to have her jaw hit the floor. "You're going to start a rebellion!?" Christopher chuckled. "Have you not been seeing the proxy broadcast? The Rebellion has already begun, with the death of Halbert and close to twenty thousand others Even if we had a desire to back out, it's too late now."

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

The two men nodded as Mason and I sat down with them. “Shit show tonight,” Dow said. “Yeah,” Noble added. “Rebels are in some foul fucking mood it seems.” “What’s happening?” I asked. “Just a drunk mess,” Dow said. “It’s fun and all, but these guys are fucking animals.” We were interrupted by a bunch of men cheering over near the bar. I watched as one man chugged down an entire beer and then smashed the glass on the floor, making the guys around him cheer louder.

he replied, feeling a surge of hope at this new alliance. As the rebellion began to gain momentum, a sense of urgency gripped Caden, who stood tall and imposing among his followers. "We must put an end to this rebellion," he asserted, his voice booming as he sought to rally the powerful forces that still remained loyal to his cause. The pack found itself at a crucial crossroads, torn between a deep-rooted loyalty to Caden and the desperate desire for change that stirred within them like a rising tide.

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

"But your judgment is compromised. You threw yourself in front of a firing squad for a man who tried to blow you up. You are reckless." "I am alive!" I shouted. Stepping into his personal space. I had to crane my neck to look him in the eye. "And I am the Tether. If you go into a nest of rebels without me and the Rot hits, you're dead. Is that the plan? Suicide by stupidity?" "The plan is to keep you breathing!" Barzil roared back. The sound vibrated in my chest. He was angry. Good. I was angry too. My blood heated.