Rebellious Game Novels & Stories

Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter. If you asked Rebel, the rebel wolf was verifiably insane. Rebel had heard it rumored more than once that Solomon had been nearly poisoned one too many times over the years, and the rebel wolf had the reputation to show it. He was powerful, bloodthirsty, and an unpredictable son of a bitch if there ever was one, and Rebel refused to deal with that unpredictability. Solomon wasn’t a man of his word. He wagered the vast majority of his business dealings on card games— fucking card games—and at the Gold Tooth casino, the house always won… …and the losers left in body bags.

The Carcassonne killer. “Cole,” he growled, “are you laughing at me?” “Who me? Never.” She bit her lip unconvincingly and hoped for later retribution. “You know,” Hazel said, “we should harness Aiden’s power for good and play something cooperative.” They settled on Forbidden Desert—a surprisingly hard-core game for eight-year-olds about repairing a dirigible before dying of thirst or getting buried in sand. Humiliatingly, they tended to get their arses handed to them a lot when they played.

“Everything I did was to protect us from a future we are not ready for! She is dangerous, Elijah! She is unpredictable! She came here with a power that none of us understand, and she brought the influence of warlocks into our sacred halls! I acted in the best interest of our people because I saw the path you were taking, and it leads to our ruin!” She lifted her gaze, her eyes searching the crowd for a single face that might offer her support. She was looking for the old guard, the ones who feared change as much as she did. A few wolves shifted their weight, a flicker of uncertainty wavering in the air. Then, Rebel moved. She took just one step forward, but the ground seemed to hum beneath h

“Sir, I know you have lots of questions, I will tell you, but please don't ask me for the name of the man or the family that did this to me.. Sooner or later I will tell you” He nodded, and for about an hour, I narrated everything to him, without mentioning Logan, or his family’s name. I told him about my plans, and how hungry I was to take revenge on the family. “I hope you find your redemption, Ava.. I will take my leave” Lucas stood up to leave but I grabbed his hands. “Please, sir.. Help me out.. I have no one or anywhere to go.. Please help me” he sat down back on the chair, and I saw his eyes lit. ”Revenge is a dangerous game, you might also end up dead, and..”

Athena scoffed, earning a sharp look from Cara. "C'mon guys, the moon games season is just around the corner and it wouldn't hurt if we add a few more numbers to our clique." Cara whined. "Wait what?! Moon games? Clique?" I suddenly asked, taken aback by the unfamiliar terms. "Yes! Moon games are events that take place in our pack every three years." Cara told me. "Some kind of competitions between various groups in the pack, thought to strengthen the pack bond.... pretty dumb if you ask me." Athena said this time, without even a slight bit of excitement.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

I then played them a video, where they were all carrying the unconscious Sydney to do the unthinkable. One tried to snatch my phone away. "Delete that!" Did they think I was stupid enough to reveal my trump card just like that? I pointed at the surveillance camera around the corner. "Look over there." "You… That's…" he stuttered, finger jabbing at me, but too pissed to form a full sentence. One of the slightly older guys stepped forward. "What do you want, for you to leave us alone?" That sounded familiar, didn't it? "First, delete every single photo. No backups," I said sternly.

‎I pressed my forehead to the glass, shaking. ‎ ‎Whatever game was being played around me, I was no longer just a piece on the board. ‎I was the prize. ‎And someone had just made their next move. ‎

The redhead turned to me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Welcome to the rebellion.”

"But no longer. We will stand united, and we will face him together." The pack's response was immediate, a collective roar of defiance that resonated through the clearing. Aline's leadership had ignited a spark within them, and the fire of rebellion burned brighter than ever before. As the pack prepared for the confrontation, tensions reached a boiling point. Aline's determination and courage were a guiding light, rallying us all as we braced for the battle ahead. The night of the confrontation arrived, the moon casting an eerie glow over the clearing where we gathered. Aline stood at the forefront, flanked by her allies and packmates who had joined her cause. The pack's loyalty had shifted,