Rebellion Bar Novels & Stories

said doctor Emre with a sneaky smile as he presented the view of the place where the rebels lived . Kiara looked around and started to see the conditions in which the rebels lived . In comparison to the nobles and other clans , the rebels lived like the ancient humans who hadn't fully developed technology yet . They looked like a population coming from the years 1298 , 1400 . Kiara stared at a poor person who had been sitting all day with a hat in front of him , waiting for someone to throw some money . She turned her eyes on the corner of a street and saw some little boys bullying a younger boy .

For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. Then the courtyard shifted, tectonic, hearts and loyalties realigning—or refusing. Rhea slapped a fist to her chest, eyes fierce. “You want rogues held back and walls patched from the *outside,* storm-girl?” she called. “I’m there. We’ve been missing someone who knows which way the wind is blowing.” Rebel hesitated, tension written in every line of him. Then he nodded once, sharp. “I don’t like being told what to do by pups,” he said. “But I like losing wolves less. If you can keep more from walking into those cracks, I’ll hold the lines you point at.”

“I was looking for it, though. We were hopeful there was a place we could use nearby to store our supplies. We just got lucky. I did know about the rebellion back then, though.” Rain sank into the ground. How long had Mist been keeping secrets? What else was she refusing to share? Any chance of asking questions faded away when the sound Rain had been both waiting for and dreading blared in the distance. Both girls jumped to their feet. It was the breach siren. The rebellion was underway. With her stomach in her throat, Rain looked at Mist. “What do we do?” “Nothing yet. Get ready to run.” “How will I know when to run?”

"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.

He knew that with this newfound power came responsibility, and he hoped that the rebels would wield it wisely in the battles that lay ahead. As for me, I couldn't help but marvel at the transformation occurring before my eyes. The rebellion had just taken a significant step forward, and I could only hope that this newfound strength would tip the scales in our favor when the time came to confront King Crowell and his formidable army. Baros paced impatiently back and forth in the dimly lit room, his frustration palpable. He couldn't contain the urgency burning within him any longer. "Isolde, we have the power now. Why do we wait? We could seize the throne this very night."

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!”

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.