Rebellion Bar Novels & Stories

"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."

The run-down house was completely empty and it looked as if even the rats had given up on the place and had moved out, leaving the shabby building to spiders and the ghosts of the past. The bar seemed like the next logical place. Typically bars had lots of people going in and out, most of them completely inebriated. It wouldn't have seemed strange for the owner to carry an unconscious girl through the doors - people would just think she couldn't hold her liquor and that good old Bandit was making her lie down and recover before sending her off on her way. I'd entered the place filled with hope and when I noticed the bar was filled with the Rebel's members, that hope grew.

she whispered, recalling the prophecy Maelis had uttered. Kaelen’s sword hissed free. “The rebellion is no scattered fire. It’s an army.” The battle that night was chaos wrapped in firelight. Arrows rained from the ridge, rebels surged like a tide, and their banner of the black falcon snapped against the smoke-filled sky. Darian fought like a man possessed, shouting for the guards to form ranks. Serenya, torn between hiding and leading, finally cast off her cloak. If hope could not be whispered, it had to be shouted.

Unless it’s a full moon, it’s nearly impossible to know we’re anything different than humans. Duncan Henna, the Chicago Pack’s Alpha, lost his son last night. One of the bodies laid out on the cold ground, his soul sucked free by a ruthless demon. My muscles bulge against the fabric of my thermal, doing my best to hold him from charging from our pack house in South Barrington, Illinois. Even with the strength of ten of us, we’re barely restraining him. Corrine, his wife, our Luna, and a nurse, fights to reach his neck, the needle on the syringe leaking the tranquilizer we’re trying to inject him with.

She can hear the pleading in my voice because she huffs and heads back to the couch. I take in a slow breath, before walking out of the apartment, clutching my phone tight as I make my way to the subway. Thankfully, the bar is still open, neon lights blinking in the dark. I make my way into the bar and loud music blares from all corners, waitresses are walking around with skimpy clothes. I scan my eyes around and finally find someone slumped on the table, people are surrounded around him, yelling.

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

Seeing Brandon act this way reminded him of his own past, being used by Olivia to charge ahead. Soloman, frustrated that he hadn't achieved his goal and had been hurt in the process, asked Oliver and Joey, "Are you sure you don't want to resolve it? I'm leaving New Horizon tomorrow, so if you change your mind, I won't be able to help." Oliver and Joey exchanged glances. "Thank you, but we don't need it resolved." Gabe suddenly said, "My charms are a gift from my mentor and can't be taken home. Please return them."

They haul me to my feet with such urgency that said "the faster they get this over with, the better it would be for everyone" They proceed to drag me through the trees like a plague they could not bear to touch. When we finally come to a stop at the clearing just at the edge of the forest, torchlight flared and I see them in the distance. The Moon council, looking exactly like the stories had described. The same seven figures, the same silvery black robes, the same air of entitlement and superiority, the same elder with ice in his eyes stood at the center. He looks at me like he had finally won a game I had no idea we were playing.

Instead I’m staring at a water ring on the wood, lost in a childhood I should’ve buried years ago. “Rebel.” A hand snaps in front of my face. I jerk, rattling a stack of glasses. “Shit, sorry.” Fang is leaning over the bar, brows raised, concern slipping through the cracks of his permanently pissed off expression. He looks the same as the night he kicked down my parents’ door, broad shoulders, heavy tattoos, a wolf in his eyes that never fully tames. “You alright, little wolf?” he asks, voice gruff but soft in that way only I ever hear.