Rebellious Group Novels & Stories

Watching him from afar was enough for me even if I don't get to have him. “I'll help transform you into a woman Jake couldn't resist….” My memory drifted back to Killian’s words. Can he really do that? Can I trust him on that? Can he make Jake's attention channel to me? But we're talking about Killian? The school's rebel. Who gave the teachers a tough time with bike racing troubles. Yet girls, including some female teachers, found him extremely attractive and charming, and boys saw him as some role model. Killian is everything bad and sin….

The symbol of a broken covenant, the symbol of several more to come. So many horrible things came from this night. An entire town of people… dead. The town itself… uninhabitable. Too much bad energy. A result of a betrayal. A result of fighting. The result of a massacre. Two clans… ended. A Soulmate Union… betrayed. The sorrow for all of the losses was great, but the biggest grievance was the betrayal of the Soulmate Bond. The people made the choice to fight. They decided this was the hill they wanted to die on… or mountain, as it were. But the Soulmate Covenant? No. The Covenant should never have been treated in this manner, with this violence.

Carla stands still, watching everyone leave. "You too, Mother." An anxious and clearly angry growl echoes through the room. Sorem is wreaking havoc in Connor's mind, constantly pushing to shift and be with his mate. However, Connor is fighting to keep him at bay, causing an intense internal struggle. "I thought you were over your rebellious phase," Connor rubs his face wearily as he sits in the chair by the bed. His comment makes his mate frown. "I thought we were about to start being a normal couple, an example for the members of our pack, but this..."

The crowd latched onto her words, redirecting their rage at me. "Exactly! It's too convenient. She leaves, and the building collapses!" "She's heartless! She let us suffer!" "Give us our homes back! You owe us!" They cursed me through the cameras. The online mob descended, fiercer than before. Hashtags like #EvilExpertSherry and #HillConspiracy climbed the charts. Ansel scowled at the twisted facts. "They're lying! You warned them, and they ignored you!" I held him, my expression steady. I'd seen this coming.

She nodded her head and gulped down the drink, "Well, we are a pack of mixed breeds, this pack is different, it's a pack where different wolves who have been rejected, disowned, and the rest come together." "This sounds like that of a rogue?" I replied and the look on her face changed immediately, "This ain't a rogue pack man, we are lovely Rebels, family rebels, we take pride in protecting ourselves." "I am sorry, it looks like my choice of words affected you or should I say your mood, I am sorry once more. I would love to know the origin of this pack, what gave birth to the idea of the pack, and do you guys have an Alpha or someone ruling you guys?"

Zayne snarled, gripping the hilt of the dagger like it was Pyro's neck he was squeezing. "The rebels aren't a group of sane men, Zayne. We're all mad. Only a madman can stand against the parliamentarians." Pyro chuckled, but it was more psychotic than humorous. "To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels."

It felt nice to finally care about someone other than my mum. Especially someone as hot and sexy as that. I don't drive to my apartment immediately, I instead divert from the road, parking on the path that led to the organization's underground tunnel after making sure I wasn't being followed. Me and of my two friends successfully formed an organization of extremely deadly rebels and assassins who were seeking revenge and a total takeover of the Bloodmoon pack from the Whitefang pack.From when we were little, we had each harbored plans of bringing change to our pack, to stop the injustice and seek a fierce revenge that would shock all the southern packs.

Bristling with irritation, I asked “What was this group.” Fallon looked at me with interest, his eyes sparkling as he considered me a moment. “The group was set up many years ago by young rouge dragons. They called themselves ‘Sola Fide’ which is Latin for ‘by faith alone’. Anytime humans warred, they took the opportunity to pick off as many of them as they could without being discovered.” A dark shadow crossed my mind. “What are you talking about?”

And we let that b*tch get her hands on it. All because of something as stupid as love and trust. Roman steps up and says, “This isn’t the only problem. There is a rebel group in town that is interfering with our businesses. They are burning down the companies we have shares in and causing havoc on the streets. We are losing both money and control.” Saul folds his arms above his chest and says, “I still think Amarie has something to do with it.” Shaking my head, I say, “No. I have heard of this group. The way they operate isn’t like a bunch of touts on the streets. They are being financed by some wealthy and unknown benefactor.”

“I’ve heard him. He talks about…big ideas. And big ideas get people killed.” I felt a chill. “What does that mean?” She exhaled and moved closer. “He’s running with a group called the Iron Claw. They don’t want peace; they want annihilation—wolves, humans, anyone. They’ll burn it all down.” Her words struck me like a blow. I’d heard whispers about the Iron Claw after the rebellion—a faction born from anger and disillusionment, uniting the bitter from both species. “Jace wouldn’t—” I began, but she cut me off.