Rebellious Hearts Novels & Stories

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She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

“We break the rebellion’s heart, and we finish this.” --- The following days were a blur of movement, strategy, and cold, hard decisions. Kael and Selene led their forces deep into the heart of the empire’s most rebellious regions. The eastern mountains, where rumors had told of Cyrus’s loyalists gathering, were now a battleground. The landscape was treacherous, the paths winding and narrow, the terrain a perfect setting for ambushes. But Kael was relentless, driven by the urgency of the moment. Every mile they covered, every fight they won, brought them closer to the enemy. And every victory brought them closer to the truth of what had been done to them.

My fingers moved through the air with practiced grace, carving meaning out of silence with the weight of command. I didn’t need to meet his gaze. I didn’t need to justify the choice. The message was simple, and it burned with finality: They’ve waited long enough. We all had. The rebels in the hills, the watchers in the rivers, the mothers with blades beneath their floorboards, the daughters who had grown into warriors while pretending to be nothing. We had waited through bruises and betrayals, through broken oaths and buried sisters. Waited through years of Sebastian’s rot spreading like mold through the kingdom, unchecked and unchallenged. The waiting was over. I wasn’t calling for patience

He said fiercely. I sighed. I was still not angry at the man or his words. He had the right to express himself, which he rightly did, and I was glad he did so too. My eyes met Isabella's, and even though she didn't say it out loud, I could still see the silent plea in her eyes. She wanted these rebels spared. That was just Isabella being Isabella. I, on my part, was not keen on pardoning these rebels. They had started a rebellion in my lands, and rebellion was an infectious disease that could be transmitted within a short period. There was just no way I could allow those men and women to walk off Scot free; I needed to silence them and again use them as an example to any rebel wannabe out th

“I can’t focus. I can hear stuff I shouldn’t, and smell things-” “I know, I know,” I soothe her. “You have to learn how to tune those things out.” I put my hands on her shoulders. I have to fight against myself not to slide my fingers under her shirt. “You are newly reborn…you are a baby, everything is new and different. You have to forget everything you think you know.”

Love Rein nodded and followed what the doctor said. I gasped as I read what was written in the letter. I felt my tears welling up in my eyes. “Miguel, please forgive me if I hid my illness from you. I have a heart disease. It started after I gave birth to you. I’m sorry for lying to you. I hid your whole identity. I didn’t intend to make your life miserable. Every time I see you struggling, I feel like my illness is getting worse. I’m sorry because you carried all our financial problems. You matured early. I didn’t give you a good future. I wish I hadn’t been with anotherr man. You wouldn’t have experienced hardship if I had chosen to stay with your real father. It’s my fault why all this is

I growl, my patience for waiting even another second before tearing out demon throats quickly dwindling. Already I’m itching with the need to feel their black blood run through my fingers, taking my revenge on those that took from me. That’s all the demons have ever done, my entire life. Take, take, take. This time they stepped over the line. The overwhelming urge to slaughter those who come after werewolves is what earned me the position as Beta. Not only am I youngish and ruthless, but I’m creative when it comes to getting the information in return, before I tear them apart.

I said. "You think I don't know? Why do you think I'm still hesitant?" She shouted. "I don't know, why don't you go ahead and rub that on my mateless face!" I shouted back, shutting her up immediately. "I was bonded with a mate who had an unending desire to control me. I was forcefully marked, raped and kept against my own will. Oh! I also had a fucking blood tie." "I learned about how to reject mates, but I also hesitated. I couldn't reject him. I felt like there was a slight chance for him to change. To be better. That almost cost me the lives of people important to me. You think you have it bad?"

I have been waiting in the shadows of the tree line, waiting for her to come meet me, and yet nothing. I even saw Austin, Rebel, one of the councilmen, and Reid leaving the building with guards. They were walking away to the restaurant district. I still see red and feel heartbreak after all these years. Reid needs to feel pain in his heart the same way I have. All the years I spent loving him, finally getting my chance…only to be thrown away like nothing. That level of rejection turned me into the person I am today. Turned me into a person who seeks revenge.