Rebellion 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

They all nodded and I continued. “Well, as you know, I didn’t shift that day. When the party was over and everyone was asleep, my parents banished me from the castle and told me to leave. They disowned me and called me a mistake to them. Brantley heard the whole thing and he came with me. We were chased off the land by the Royal Warrior Lycans. We wanted to come back for you guys, but we couldn’t – at least not without getting ourselves killed. We left for Metropolis, and for the first year, we were homeless. I still hadn’t shifted. In fact, I didn’t shift until I was twenty one. Anyway, back to the story. It took a year for Brantley and I to decide that we were going to go against my parent

Rebel and Siddharth were best friends, they had the same teacher who was Rebel's grandfather, however during their training years it was Siddharth who would always beat Rebel in the game, creating a high opinion and position for himself in his grandfather's heart As a result Siddharth rose to fame quicker and was more feared, however Rebel fell out with his grandfather for having favoured Siddharth more and he left the country to join the other world. That was why he harboured concealed feelings to snatch away everything that Siddharth had

"What are you really trying to say? Don't give me any weird bullshit. I'm fucking tired right now." The man smiled widely. "What I want to say is that I found someone suitable as the leader position for our rebel group." Caskey, who had closed his eyes while leaning back in his chair, now opened his eyes spontaneously. "What?!" They are a group of rebels. However, until now, they have implemented a leaderless system. But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group.

“Emily is right. There has been talk of rebellion. Some believe that the current leadership is not fit to lead us against Gabriel. They’re looking for a new leader, someone who can fulfill the prophecy.” I exchanged a glance with Nathanial, who nodded slightly. This was exactly what we had feared. “We need to find out who’s behind this rebellion and why,” Nathanial said. “If we don’t, it could tear the pack apart from the inside.” One of the younger werewolves, a fierce-looking woman named Mara, spoke up. “I’ve heard rumors that the rebels are planning something big. They believe they can take down Gabriel without the current le

I growled in her face, making a wide smile spread across her face. "There it is. The fire, the will power. Just let me harness it." She said, looking deep into my eyes. My eyes widened in surprise. What was she talking about? "Yield, Athena. Yield and stop fighting me. You are my personal weapon to ending the reign of these genocidal hunters. We're going to start from the Sanchez and their filthy, little army. We're going lead a revolution against them and bring total annihilation to their doorstep." She suddenly had a malicious grin on her face as she spoke. I loosened my grip on her neck, backing away from her and shaking my head frantically.

I completed silently in my head. "Why are you suddenly smiling, it's creepy," Maya chimed, not believing me but I ignored her. "I have a crazy plan girls," I informed them and they shared a glance before facing me, looking totally interested in whatever crazy plan I had. "What's the plan?" Maya asked curiously and I grinned. "I'm going to have a rebel group." "A rebel group?" Naya repeated, unsure of what I meant. "Yes, a rebel group," I affirmed "With ladies ready rebel against the unjust traditions of the werewolf community that makes the females inferior to men and the unfair treatment being imposed on us."

Nicholas is not her only enemy, and every brick in these four walls looks down on Bellatrix's blood. Bellatrix was startled by a muffled scream. The sound is coming from below. Nicholas caught prey again. Once again, a human life ended to quench his thirst. It's almost like that. Sometimes for women, sometimes for men, and sometimes for children. They cry out for survival. Who wants to leave this beautiful world? What a treat here! Bellatrix wrapped her arms around her chest and squeezed her ears with both hands. Nicholas is cruel and ruthless. Bellatrix has hated, hates, and will hate him. The screams from below stopped. Again, that hard silence. Bellatrix frowned. These days, the desire fo

"Good boy. Now you're going to meet my friends and I'd like it if you got along so please make an effort." "I will, I promise!" "So, the tall scary guy is Marcus, the ginger guy is Thomas, and the guy with tattoos is Lucas. Lucas has a permanent sub, he's called Joey. He's the only short person there so you'll know who he is." "So scary is Marcus, ginger is Thomas, tattoos is Lucas and short is Joey?" "Yes, you have to be respectful to Marcus, Lucas, and Thomas because they are dominants but you can be more relaxed around Joey. Marcus is especially strict and will want you to be perfect," Nathan tells me seriously and I nod.

“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.”