Novel & Cerita Rebellious Group

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.

He knew for sure at this time, rumors of using witchcraft could lead to death. Even reports and false stories could trigger such horrible deeds, however, some secret groups of humans emerged as the first truly viable challenger to the mother churches that hold on to the rebellion. It views the mother church and some secret groups or the anti-churches as competing associations, each in the labor of supplying a valuable service: Redemption.

Something was a bit off with her behavior and her presence but I pushed it to the back of my mind and decided to head back to the meeting which surprisingly was still going on. I sighed knowing that this was no longer a debate on whether or not the lycans would be going to war, rather, it was the strategy as to which they would storm the rebel group, provided they were to be found. The rebel group might have been a menace as they interfered in the king's plan time without numbers but at the same time, they only interfered probably because their life depended on it, the lives of their children, their loved ones.

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

I didn't want to panic but hearing that the rebels took her confirmed my fears that she was truly in danger. The rebels. The rebels were a group of witches who practiced dark magic that was banned from witchcraft. They didn't want to keep to the rule of the witches so they separated, earning their name as the rebels. They were dangerous and deadly. They killed people they came across in cold blood. The kind of sorcery they practiced was something that made people who encountered them live in fear for the rest of their lives. They were everything wrong with the supernatural realm.

"Who were those guys? The ones who attacked me. Are they also responsible for the attack on the Manor?" He took the jotter from me and read with a slight frown. "I'm afraid they are responsible. They call themselves the North claw pack. Dangerous and armed as fuck." North....Claw? Like literal claws? Wait a minute, bartender guy had claws, right? And why are they identifying as a pack? That's odd...never seen any gang do that. I snatched the jotter away from Carter again and began writing. "Are they some kind of rival gang?" He read it and sighed, as if contemplating something.

“You can come too.” “Uh…come where? I have no clue what you all are talking about.” Narin shrugged. “I introduced Nyx to my little group of rebels, where we come together, have fun and break some rules—without harming anyone of course.” “So…like a cult then?” Narin raised a brow, causing Clyde and me to exchange a knowing look before bursting into laughter. Wasn’t it ironic that was the same thing I said when he told me about them the first time? “No, it is not, more like a band of rebels who do not like going by the status quo,” Clyde replied. That seemed to work the magic and Narin pondered for a moment.

I completed silently in my head. "Why are you suddenly smiling, it's creepy," Maya chimed, not believing me but I ignored her. "I have a crazy plan girls," I informed them and they shared a glance before facing me, looking totally interested in whatever crazy plan I had. "What's the plan?" Maya asked curiously and I grinned. "I'm going to have a rebel group." "A rebel group?" Naya repeated, unsure of what I meant. "Yes, a rebel group," I affirmed "With ladies ready rebel against the unjust traditions of the werewolf community that makes the females inferior to men and the unfair treatment being imposed on us."