Rebellious Game Novels & Stories

“So do you want to know the dirt on him, on Niklaus?” “Dirt?” he seemed unimpressed and I felt like a child when he spoke next, “I think you misunderstand the type of revenge I am seeking. It is not the petty sort of revenge that relies on word of mouth. To truly destroy a man like Niklaus Artymov you need to take everything that is his. Dismantle him meticulously until he owns nothing. All the power is gone. I do not care for his illustrious behaviour his mishaps and his scandals, those are but temporary pieces of revenge. I want to obliterate him to the point of nonexistence.”

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.

“It’s fixed, then? It’s a rigged system?” “Of course it is.” He leans back until he’s seated on the ground just a few feet away from me, his arms resting on his knees. His scarred knuckles pop as he flexes and then curls his hands. “It’s for entertainment but also distraction. Silas has been talking about a rebellion brewing for so long I’m beginning to wonder if he’s dreaming it up, but the king called the games, and Silas believes it’s to cover some ongoing strife between the king and the rebels.”

The rebels needed a plan, a way to turn the tide in their favor. Maximus gathered his allies in a secluded part of the woods, the moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead. His eyes, filled with a fiery determination, met the gaze of each rebel. "We cannot outrun them forever," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of conviction. "But we can outsmart them."

her chaos.” Ray raised a brow. “So you want me to stalk her entire existence. Great. That won’t get us killed at all.” “I’m not asking,” I said sharply. “I’m telling you. Rebel just declared war on Robert in front of the world. Do you know what that means?” “That she’s got a death wish?” “That she’s fearless,” I corrected. “And fearless people are dangerous—but they’re also magnetic. Every move she makes from here on out will shape the entire city. She’s not just a player, Ray. She’s the goddamn game.” Ray muttered something under his breath, then stood, pacing. “You’re making it sound poetic, Killian. But it’s not. It’s blood and bullets and bodies on the floor. And Rebel? She doesn’t love

Ripper says while laughing, but I growl and rev the throttle and head back in the direction of home. She is going to get the spanking of a lifetime for running away. But this is Rebel all over. It is in her nature. Rebel by name and clearly by nature. I should have known better than to leave her. Rebel is unpredictable and when she gets it in her head that she can do something, she does it at any cost.

“What is in there?” “Cards,” Jacob said with mock solemnity. “And betrayal, it’ll help you identify cheaters. And, you will have bragging rights for a year, or at least until the next time you play with us.” Melissa rolled her eyes. “Ignore him. It’s just a silly little game we’ve played for ages. Nothing complicated.” Raees grinned, sliding closer to Reid. “You’re in trouble now. They take this very seriously.” Reid crossed his arms, pretending indifference but hiding a flicker of curiosity. “I don’t usually play games.”

His eyes trail to both locations before they find mine again, those pupils dilating once more. With heavy steps, he backs away, leaving me in a stupor. His boots clomping across the marble floors let me know he’s moved far away from the study and up the stairs near the front door. I don’t follow him. I don’t need to. With new-found determination, I slip back into my boots and back into the night. I’ll give Liam enough intel, he’ll have no choice but to think he can trust me. It’s all part of my new game. When I’m done, that dog will be wrapped around my pinky finger.

The moment Adam flicked his fingers, his men lunged. Reid didn’t hesitate—he shoved me aside, sending me stumbling against the bar. My hands grasped at the counter, my vision swimming from the alcohol, but I forced myself to focus. The first attacker swung for Reid’s jaw. Reid ducked, sharp and controlled, and drove his fist into the guy’s ribs. A sickening crack echoed through the now-silent club. The man staggered back, gasping for air, but Reid didn’t stop—he pivoted and slammed his elbow into the next attacker’s throat, dropping him instantly.

Blood poured into the earth, yet the rogue barely seemed it feel it. I felt a sudden form of rage. I stabbed and tore the rogue from him, throwing it into the rocks. Its body fell with a sickening crunch, but once more I saw the broken bones begin to gather back into place, limbs cracking around until it was standing once again. My wolf snarled at the sight of it. “What the fuck are these things?” Doubtful, Caspian spat, shaking himself out once more. I didn’t answer. My chest was heaving, and my claws were dripping red, but they still came, surrounding us in a circle with their glowing eyes.