Rebellion Novels & Stories

Ralph said hoarsely. "What are you talking about? What rebellion?" Rain almost cried because she was afraid of the talking tree. "Rebellion is when underground creatures try to get out of their lives and want to rule the world. A world controlled by humans they seek to own. The first rebellion began when the Darkwood kingdom, the only kingdom with humans living alongside underground creatures, began to want them to dominate." Rain listened to Ralph's story with enthusiasm. "The dungeon dwellers want to rule over the Darkwood kingdom. After that, they wanted to expand their influence and power by c

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

Oh hell no! "I'm actually recruiting a Rebel Alliance," I offered. "What's in it for us?" Tigger asked. "Dubious glory, improbable hope, an unfamiliar future and the unique experience of pitting your defiance into the Eye of the Abyss before the End," I promised in Old Kingdom Hittite. "Does that kind of oratory work on males?" Daphne mused. Violet, Fabiola and Paula swept into Katrina's office. "What is that?" Fabiola inquired. "I'm looking for the proper terminology to entice some ladies into a rebel faction," I replied pleasantly.

"We aren't just protecting a world anymore, Eva. We’re protecting a family. And God help anything that tries to get between us." The "Resonant Rebellion" had started with a scream in the dark. It was now moving toward the first cry of a child who would never know what it was like to be afraid of the light.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

I warned, "Think carefully, Marcus. Are you sure you want to make an enemy of me for a woman like that?" Our families were bound by mutual interests. Marcus fell silent, clearly aware of the stakes. Mirabelle abruptly sprang to her feet and wept, "Mrs. Pembroke, since you can't stand the sight of me, I'll resign and leave this instant! I'll never show my face in front of you again. Happy now?" She bolted out in tears, and an inexplicable fear gripped my chest.

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.

“I say you were planted. Prepared. That your disappearance years ago wasn’t exile—but training. Grooming. And now you’re here to rule us all.” A lie. A dangerous one. Behind him, more rebels shift, growls rumbling through the air like thunder before a storm. “You’re tearing the packs apart,” I say. “For what? Power?” “For freedom,” Darian snaps. “From destiny chosen without consent. From a Moon that plays favorites. From rulers who think bloodlines make them gods.” The crowd murmurs. I see it then—the fear underneath the anger. The uncertainty. The cracks Selene warned about. “This rebellion will kill us,” I say quietly. “If you strike now, there will be no co

The issue is that if Abram finds out what I’ve done, would he be able to forgive me? Abram has a strong sense of right and wrong. I know in my heart that the disappointment that he would feel at finding out that I was the one who came up with the plan would be too much. He wouldn’t be able to get past it. His sense of fairness and loyalty would never allow him to look the other way. We were true mates, but I’m scared that he might actually reject me for what I’ve done. I wouldn’t be able to survive the rejection. I love him too much.

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.