Rebellious G Novels & Stories

Lacey's POV: Cracking down these radical factions has gotten easier since the beginning of the Reversal. In the beginning, I remember receiving so much backlash. About 40% of the population was on board. 50% resented it, but they were willing to comply. And the last 10% was the minority of radical (mostly men) people trying to win back their misogynistic society. We repressed that immediately. But naturally, as those weeds were plucked, more arose, which is why our loyal "Societal Coordinator" Harry is in charge of burning them. We use "Societal Coordinator" for technical reasons. Really, he susses out suspicious people, and "sets them straight". "Setting them straight" could mean a variety

I folded my arms and looked on in interest. "So we came up with an elixir, B-139. One that must be administered within about 15 minutes before potential contact with the Achuri." She continued. "However, we suspect some side effects may be involved in the consumption. I and my team are currently working on it." She blurted out, looking anywhere but at me. "What side effects?" I asked impatiently. I need to be out of here as soon as possible. " B-139 comes with addiction tendencies for starters. It messes with the dopamine levels of the subject. Other effects include hallucinations and vomiting of blood, loss of hair and furs, amongst many others." She stated.

I growl, my patience for waiting even another second before tearing out demon throats quickly dwindling. Already I’m itching with the need to feel their black blood run through my fingers, taking my revenge on those that took from me. That’s all the demons have ever done, my entire life. Take, take, take. This time they stepped over the line. The overwhelming urge to slaughter those who come after werewolves is what earned me the position as Beta. Not only am I youngish and ruthless, but I’m creative when it comes to getting the information in return, before I tear them apart.

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.

I growled angrily, I grabbed the ceramic mug on my table and threw it against the wall, I stood back my heart rising and falling heavily in my chest as I watched the glass shatter in pieces to the floor. How dare that little rat! Nobody has ever looked me in the face like that, talk more of raising hands on me. My blood boiled with rage and I could feel anger coming out of my every breath. “Ahhh!” I yelled as I bent towards my table and pushed everything on it to the floor. I should have just killed that Philip bastard when I had the chance, if I had then this wouldn’t be happening. I ran my hands through my hair frustratingly , I have to do something about this girl once and for all.

“What is it?” “The baby,” David dropped his head, shame etched on his face. “I’ve felt so guilty over our child for years and yearned for a child of my own. Please whatever you do, take your revenge on Chelsea but not the baby. That’s the condition, I’m releasing the evidence to you,” Pain lanced Elena at his request. This monster had killed her child and now? He requested she save his. For a second she wished she was evil to take justice. Walk out of his prison with zero cares for the child Chelsea was growing in her womb. But she couldn’t.