Rebellion The 100 Novels & Stories

Words that made Kiera's heart race and her face turn pale. "You have returned," the grandmother whispered, her voice carrying the weight of countless years. “Your soul is not meant for this timeline but you’ve been granted a gift, a second chance in life. You’ve been reborn to make changes to your regrets of your past life.” At once all the colour seemed to drain from Kiera’s face as she staggered back a step, her eyes wide. "That's impossible," she murmured, “how did you…” she swallowed, grappling with the revelation that someone knew she was reborn.

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.

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 will going to obey her father's order. "Arthuriz, I don't think so we're in right to teach our daughter to take revenge, let's go somewhere else and started to build our new life peacefully," Alba said because actually she disagree but she can do nothing. "No,! our daughter's will kill our mortal Enemy until I breathe upon this universe I won't let them free and since I can't do anything Albania our daughter's will be taking over she will gonna kill that bastard who hurt her, and destroy our lives," he said and she just crossed her arms on her chest.

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

“Listen to me. You don’t owe them anything, not forgiveness, not a conversation, not a goddamn second of your time.” I nod, but the ache in my chest doesn’t ease. “They said they changed.” He snorts. “They haven’t, They’re hungry and they think you’re the meal.” My stomach twists at the metaphor. “They won’t stop, will they?” “No,” he admits. “But they’ll have to get through me first.” I swallow, leaning into the comfort of his presence. “Rebel,” he adds, voice dropping lower, more serious, “things are shifting. I need you to stay alert. Stay close. Don’t wander off alone.”

When I spat it out, I found two of my teeth lying in my palm. At that moment, I no longer cared about anything else. I hurriedly texted Mirabelle, asking her to come back. … Mirabelle had settled down somewhere and was still live-streaming. The scene of me barging into her room earlier had been broadcast live, and now thousands of viewers were pouring into her stream. "You latecomers just missed it, but the heiress of the Hawthorne family went ballistic over her housekeeper's glow-up." "Are you sure that was Rosetta? She looked nothing like her; she looked more like a middle-aged woman who'd let herself go."

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.”

And some— I saw them. A faction near the back. Eyes glinting with malice. Growls rumbling low in their throats. Shifters. The ones who no longer cared for thrones. “They know,” Marrow murmured beside me, grim and steady. “The rebellion has begun.” Xavier’s POV The letter trembled slightly in my hands. My thumb brushed the seal — her seal. I cracked it open. If they come for me, run. Please don’t die in my fire.

I walked into my home, head held high, ready to shape a future that no one would ever steal from me again. The End.