Rebellion Bar Novels & Stories

Xatia smiled and replied, “You’re just too naive and can’t accept the truth so quickly.” Rebella turned around, took a deep breath, and immediately felt a sense of ease. Immediately afterward, she raised her hand and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, she was already in front of James. Rebella knelt on one knee, lowered her head, and said, “I’m willing to take this gamble and trust in you. I’ll surrender to you.” James turned to the golden palace above the Aquasoul, saying, “Numerous treasures are within the golden palace over there. It’s time you guys also get some benefits.”

Somehow it was a lot more easier to hit it now than before, I swirled around on the spot and cracked Deron’s head open. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x Some news about a southern rebellion spread quickly across the kingdom, Papa had reassured us in the village it was nothing too serious to worry about and most of the other wolves quickly took their minds off it. A rebellion would have been just the right revolution we needed right about now, the people seizing power from the crown was another thing I happily dreamed of. It was the crown that caused our misery in the first place and now we live our lives in freight of the Warriors.

The rebellion was no longer some far off rumor. It was real. It was here.

Rebellion wasn’t just an idea anymore—it was real, and it began with me. I lifted my head, scanning the empty streets. The wind whispered through the ruins, carrying with it a promise. Vivienne had sent hunters, thinking they would instill fear. Instead, they had lit a spark. And sparks, once ignited, could not be extinguished or quenched.

Rebel rambled out. “Princess,” Storm looked down at River, “is that what you wanted to tell us?” “Yesh, mama. She say her name is Undra.” She smiled. “Yeah, mama. My wolf name is Baltar.” Rebel said as he kept bouncing on his toes. “Ryder, what about you?” Blaze asked. “His name Ezwa.” “So, they talk to you know?” Storm asked. Rebel closed his eyes and when he opened them, they were a deep dark green around black orbs. Blaze looked closely. “Baltar?” He asked.

Beside him are two others rebels, all three of them armed with an assault rifles. "Hello, Tristan," the guy with yellow hair starts. "We need to talk with you about something." "Me first," I say, getting up and wiping the bit of sweat from my eyes. "How about you tell me where I am, why I'm here, and where the fuck Rebecca is?" "Don't worry about Rebecca," the guy answers, "She's fine. My men found her before they find you, and quickly took her to our infirmary. She's alive. As for your other questions, my name is Martin, and I am the leader of the Rebel."

We all turned back and saw a thin guy holding a rod and running to us . “What the hell is that creature?” I muttered . He came to attack me but for his bad luck I got the rod from him and he just ran away in the same manner . This was so stupid. Anyway I got my favourite weapon . I started to bang everyone coming at me . The rod started to cover in blood . That was nothing new but Aiden witnessing all this is . He is just making weird faces like a little bitch .

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

It took some convincing, especially when the last time he was away, Rebel slipped out and ceased all comms with us all. As for Rebel, well, she completely left the Mother’s Revenge. Alessa agreed that she had paid her debt to her after the killing of Billy Smyth. Rebel is now free and clear and is trying her best to adjust to normal life. I know at times it drives her mad, but she is adjusting. She helps me with the businesses and helps around the club.

The sixteen allies, united by the common thread of freedom, huddled in secrecy, far from the prying eyes of Athena's enforcers. Maximus, his eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve, took charge of the impromptu war council. "We cannot afford to underestimate Bastian and his soldiers. Our survival hinges on outsmarting them at every turn," he declared, his voice a low murmur carrying the weight of rebellion. The rebels, a diverse group with different backgrounds and skills, listened intently. Among them were former gladiators, skilled artisans, and even a few who possessed knowledge of the wilderness – a formidable blend of talents that Maximus sought to harness.