Rebellion Soul Novels & Stories

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.

Cecile and Love Rein joined in, beating her mercilessly. “Even if you kill me, nothing will change, Glenda!” Roxanne shouted, her voice raw. “Daddy didn’t leave you an inheritance because you were a rebellious child! I won’t tell you anything! Even if you change the company’s name, it still won’t belong to you! Gutierrez Industries is mine!” “Shut up!” Love Rein shrieked. The video was a bit dark, so I turned up the brightness. Love Rein was holding a bottle.

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

She sank into the chair next to the bed, taking the limp hand in her own. "Mom," her voice broke into sobs. "Everything is wrong, everything is so wrong... I don't know what to do anymore. Dad abandoned us, Sondra betrayed me... I'm alone, all alone." Her mother's serene face showed no change, her eyes remained closed, as they had been for the past eleven years. Gia rested her head on the edge of the bed, her shoulders shaking with each sob. Needing some comfort, something that only her mother, despite her condition, could give her, she stayed there for a moment, just listening to her body's breathing, it was a rhythmic, slow sound.

*** We shared the news with guys they were super excited and wanted to start practicing asap but since the paperwork were pending we decided to wait until it's officially ours. "Rebel wants to celebrate, she is asking for a party saying she missed last night's celebration," Tyler said while talking to Rebel on the phone. Rebel is a band member, she's a guitarist and she's really good at it. She's such a badass and such a humble person. We are lucky to have her in the band.

"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."

Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

“Repeat after me. I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.” “I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.” I repeated the words, feeling each one resonate within me. After we had walked for a few more minutes, the trees began to thin, and the path started to widen. I could see the outlines of small structures in the distance, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized where we were headed. The redhead turned to me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Welcome to the rebellion.”