Rebellious Hearts Novels & Stories

“From rogues and rebels.” The way he says rebels is different. There is weight on that word. A bitterness that sits on it. I follow the lines of his face, the ones that have always been there but I never really noticed. They look carved by regret. “She paid the price of falling in love with a hunter,” he continues, his voice low, rough around the edges. “ A rebel.” *** “Your mother, Ruby…”

Alpha Logan announces before silence, an eerie silence, fills the tension in the air. “Rebels?” I ask, my brows furrowing. Alpha Logan nods. “Rebels are rogues who are hell bent on destroying packs out of pure hatred. They despise our kind, and will find more and more ways to destroy us,” “We have tried to get information out of him for years, but his lips are sealed. And now, the rebels have gotten bolder. Only you could make him open up and—” “No,” It was barely whispered. Gasps echoed in the room, but I look at their Alpha dead in the eyes, making myself loud and clear.

I requested,my eyes widened in rage. “I won't. Not until I frustrate you. Not until I break that little confidence in you that makes you think you can challenge me. I want you to beg for your sanity. I hate your KIND!." He shouted and I didn't know when a tear slipped from the corner of my eyes. My heart bled,my stomach recoiled and blood drained from my face as the humiliation sunk in deeper than I expected it to. I hated myself for being an Omega and being reminded of my shortcomings make me want to kill myself.

“Right now, its story says: you come here, you get used, you burn, the end. I want to write one where this thing still processes regret, but it doesn’t own you to do it. Where every soul it touches gets a choice in how much they give and how long they stay. Where nobody gets welded into the engine just because they are good at bleeding.” “You’re the heart and the mind of the rebellion,” Selene said quietly. “The only one with system‑level write access who hasn’t completely given themselves over yet.” “Flattering,” I said. “Terrifying. But true.” The Admin’s avatar spasmed overhead. “YOU ARE… ANOMALOUS,” it said. “YOU DO NOT… UNDERSTAND… CONSEQUENCES OF ALTERING CORE.” “You don’t, either,” I

Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable… "They can be gentle and kind, yet brutal in the blink of an eye. With women involved, almost anything is possible. They're like delicate flowers; treat them with care and respect. If you hurt them, whether or not they seek revenge, karma is real, and a woman's tears rapidly trigger it. "Men, be careful out there." Archie listened to the radio presenter's ominous warning, which concluded the program. He turned down the volume and let out a deep breath. Although he had accidentally tuned into the radio, he couldn't bring himself to switch it off after hearing the program title, "Return of a Despaired Woman."

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

Love is dead for me from now on and I promise no matter what,I will never stay. Even if it meant loosing my wolf, I will be free from here. I promise. The epitome of female empowerment will not face the fate she saved others from. She will be a Rebel , till the last day of her life. She will Rebel against her mate,she will Rebel against her father. She will Rebel against the entire world if she has to. But she will never open up her heart for anyone. Never again.

Murtagh approached him, sitting down on a large rock beside Rebel. “Realized what?” Rebel mumbled in between sips of whiskey. He’d downed enough Jack Daniel’s that any human would be drunk as a skunk, but with his wolf metabolism, he was just getting started. There wasn’t enough liquor in the world to numb the pain in his chest. He’d thought his johnson heart gone, a shriveled hole in his chest. He’d been horribly, terribly wrong. “Ye finally realized I was right. That the loss of that lass will be the death of

Rebellion wasn’t a distant possibility—it was a looming threat. As I entered the central hall, Morwenna was waiting for me. Her expression was grim, her ancient eyes filled with a knowledge I wished she didn’t have. "They’re afraid," she said bluntly. "And fear can turn even the most loyal pack members against you." "I know," I replied, my voice tired but resolute. "But I won’t let that happen." "Then you must prove yourself," she said, stepping closer. "Prove to them that the Heart isn’t a weapon of destruction—but of salvation."