Rebellion Bar Novels & Stories

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

With a single, explosive leap, Dante launched his massive frame through the wall of fire, carrying us out of the slaughterhouse lines and straight into the burning, chaotic heart of the Scrapper rebellion. The sovereign debt has broken the network, but the warships are firing blindly.

I could see the inside; I spot Abraham and other rebels inside laughing at something one of them said. "One more question --" "I do not wish to dwell on that at this moment. Buy me a drink?" I say cutting her short. She nods and we step inside, the bell on top of the door jingling to signal our arrival. As we approach the bar, the rebels raise their bottles towards us. A couple of them slap my shoulder and come say hi. I feel someone tap me and I turn. Eva offers me a beer. "Thanks," I say taking a long drink.

The atmosphere inside the war room the following morning was charged with an electric, unstoppable energy that seemed to humming directly out of the stone walls. The black obsidian table, which had historically seen only the desperate planning of a cornered highland pack, was no longer just surrounded by the local vanguard; it now played host to the unified fronts of a true, continent-spanning rebellion.

She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

He would not let go and kept trying to hold on when suddenly, a tall shadow stepped in front of me. "She has expressed herself loud and clear. Touch her again, I dare you." I did not know when Daniel showed up or how much he had heard, but his expression was calm. Even so, I could tell he was happy. He had a good reason to be. He finally became the heir to the Graham family. He could let out all the anger and unhappiness he had been holding in for years.

No trembling messenger could speak that boldly, not under the shadow of a king like Sargis. And now, seeing him up close, with his spine straight, though blood slicked his teeth, and the flicker of a smile tugging at a mouth meant for ruin, I knew. The rebellion's heartbeat was standing right there, held in Sargis's fist, still daring to grin. There was a kind of madness in that pride, an unbroken gleam in his eyes that said I built the fire you're standing in.

Chairs were crammed in the small room inside his office and once everyone was seated, Reed began, "Thank you for coming. I'll get straight to the point. I need your help to get rid of the rebels" "I'm listening" Le Brun said, as a way of supporting him. Listening meant he was keeping an open mind and not turning him down immediately. "It's high time we rid our kingdom of those unruly wolves"

“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.”

Due to his bad condition, finally Aiden and Calistha left Luca last night to get some rest at doctor Albert's house. After all, Luca really had to rest his mind for a while before tomorrow he returned to struggling with his new-very disturbing problem. Finding one bad person who wants to kill him among thousands of bad people, of course is very difficult. Even Luca himself couldn't predict who was going to take his life because recently his allies had decreased a bit. Many rebellions took place in the cartel. And with the death of the Baron, the rebellion became more and more inevitable until it could trigger divisions inside the cartel itself.