Rebellious Hearts Novels & Stories

"But when the time comes, I want to be the one who cuts his disgusting jackfruit seed." Maybe her words were harsh. But to Damien, somehow it sounded quite cute. Maybe because Alexis used harsh words to vampires. Even though Damien is a vampire, his hatred for vampires exceeds any feelings in his heart. So, he feels happy when he hears someone cursing at the vampire in front of his face. After a few moments of observing the situation, Damien signaled to Reinhard who was ready with his sniper rifle from a few minutes ago, while the rest of the rebel forces were ready in their positions.

“We’ve done what we came to do. The Heart is ours. It’s time to move.” Cassian hesitated, sensing the change in her, but he didn’t press her. He simply nodded, stepping back to give her space, though his eyes never fully left her. They moved together toward the center of the ruins, where Rhea and the other rebels were waiting, their eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension. The rebel leader’s face was unreadable, though Lia could see the faintest trace of awe in her expression. Rhea approached, her gaze flickering between Lia and the Heart. “You’ve done it,” she said, her voice low and measured. “The Heart is yours.”

Hidden Hearts was preserved because it only contained pure history and relevant facts, unlike the others that had suspicious pieces of information that weren’t needed. It was these books that started the war. The youths were divided, half supported the government while half supported Hearth and its rebellions. Raeya could still remember a conversation when she apprehended an activist. “You are trampling on our hearts to express what we want!” One had shouted at her when she was assigned to disperse a huge rally against the rally.

Rebel’s POV The clubhouse doesn’t feel like mine anymore. It should, every scuffed floorboard, every oil-stained wall, every flickering light has always meant home. But now it feels like unfamiliar territory that is crowded with strange scents and unfamiliar power. The Iron Howlers’ presence is gone, stripped away in the wake of the raid, leaving behind an echo that hurts to breathe through. And in its place, them. I sit stiffly on the edge of one of the bar stools, hands clenched in my lap, heart beating too fast. Ruin stands a few feet away, giving me space like he knows I need it. The others linger nearby, watchful but not looming.

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

So, we created a scene in which we made Laura and Damien believe that 'Rebel' was dead. Rebel is a short version of Rebellious, which is what everyone here calls her, since she is known for her rebellious personality. She never stopped herself from trying whatever it was to escape her present. She is exactly her mother's daughter, which is annoying. I never got to see her or come here since I knew that the werewolves were keeping an eye on me, and I couldn't take the risk of being exposed to the enemies. Unlike me, Tristan sacrificed his sixteen years to keep an eye on our annoying guest.

Those she looked bothered with it, beating the shit out of a corpse, not caring the blood oozing out of the deep cuts on her arms. Madness took over her senses. She wouldn't hold back for anyone. *** *Rebel POV* Excitement rushed through my veins, I could feel the electricity cracking in the air surrounding me. With each step further I took my emotions magnifying. My mind enters a state different from my usual state of mind. I'm no rays of sunshine like other girls I have seen of my age but in front of the evil working in my head right at the moment my usual self would be nothing less than an angel.

"When did you become so caring, Murphy? Are you not a rebel anymore? You are not supposed to help anyone; you are not supposed to care about how they feel. All you are supposed to do is make sure that you satisfy yourself, but you seem to be doing the opposite, which is different from the code of the river, so you know that. Listen to me, but at that moment I was not going to deny my new faith. I was no longer a rebel anymore. Even though I tried to convince myself that all the changes in me were nothing, I could not hide from the fact that I was increasingly changing. The mindset of the Rebels was almost completely out of me, and right now I was thinking like the way a normal wolf would thi

She screams at my face. what is this bitch wants from me now "Nothing!!" short answers are the best but I know that she won't shut up until- "she was not wearing any bags when she came here. You are such a liar, listen carefully to what I'm going to say. If you are trying anything with her, just remember that she will be in danger of what I can do to her. I can erase her from this world like she was nothing and you know that YOU CAN'T FALL IN LOVE with any other woman except me do you understand this is not your decision to make. and I hope that your heart will not make you repeat your mistakes" and with that, she takes off her clothes and grab one of my t-shirts and wear it. I take out some