Rebels Iron Squadron Novels & Stories

Compact and slanted, written quickly on a strip of paper that would not survive contact with water. Rebellion ready. Avery has forces positioned outside. Need three more weeks. Keep Sierra alive through semi-finals. The final fight is our window. Below that: Phoenix. Three weeks. Three more fights between now and the window the rebellion had spent years building toward. An eternity measured in the number of things that could go wrong between a Tuesday afternoon in a cell block and the moment everything either worked or it did not. Ryder read the note once more, then worked it between his fingers until nothing remained that could be read, and let the pieces fall.

He leaped from the roof, falling eighty stories and landing on a commando-unit with the force of a meteor, leaving a crater in the mossy pavement. Kael didn't breathe fire; he Ignited the Air. He turned the oxygen around the exo-suits into a localized "Fire-Storm," melting the diesel engines into useless lumps of lead. The Twins were a silver blur of "Speed-Glitches," appearing behind the commandos and severing their air-hoses before they could even register a movement. Elara stood at the edge of the roof, her golden hair whipping in the wind. She looked at the Scrap-Lords' flagship—a massive, rusted carrier known as the C.S.S. Anachronism.

"This is it. We strike tonight, and we hit them hard. The Temple won’t be able to recover if we act fast. We’ve trained for this moment. Now we execute." Sena looked out over the faces of those gathered, her heart swelling with a fierce pride. These people, these rebels—they were her family now. And no matter what happened, they would face it together. --- That night, as the rebellion moved out under the cover of darkness, the desert came alive with the sound of their movement. They moved quickly, silently, a shadow in the night, weaving between rocks and dunes, heading toward the Temple’s outpost. It was a small force, but it was enough. They had the element of surprise, and with the power

“You said the rogue told you that Luna Rebel is the long-lost granddaughter of the Rising Moon pack. Where has she been all this time and when were Alpha Reid and Luna Adele made aware that she is alive?” “We only just found out yesterday and dropped everything to come here councilman.” Reid said first. “My father Harris Lawson, former beta of Ironclaw, kept me hidden away, Sir.” Rebel said quietly. "Why?” Elias questioned. Rebel looks over to me and I give her an encouraging look. She looks back over to Elias and begins, “That’s what I would like to know councilman. My mother Sydney died giving birth to me. My father told my mother’s family that we both died and he brought me to Ironclaw. I

she whispered, recalling the prophecy Maelis had uttered. Kaelen’s sword hissed free. “The rebellion is no scattered fire. It’s an army.” The battle that night was chaos wrapped in firelight. Arrows rained from the ridge, rebels surged like a tide, and their banner of the black falcon snapped against the smoke-filled sky. Darian fought like a man possessed, shouting for the guards to form ranks. Serenya, torn between hiding and leading, finally cast off her cloak. If hope could not be whispered, it had to be shouted.

"On the eastern border. A group of rogues, intensely outfitted and organized." Killian's eyes contracted. "Rebels? But that's unheard of. We haven't had any rebel action in a long time." "These are no conventional rebels, Alpha," Jack said, his voice bleak. "They're solid, restrained... and they appear to know our shortcomings." A wave of fear washed over Aveline. Seems this can be associated with the animals within the mines? Was this the obscurity she had seen in her vision? "How numerous are there?" Killian inquired, his voice sharp.

The Blood Wolves clan and the Jade clan might be powerful clans, but they are both hidden and remote from the rest of Selestine, and not many knows of their existence, so it is not troublesome to make a move on them, but the city lord manor of Rebelliad is different. Rebelliad is an independent force that could equally talk to the rulers of the other four kingdoms, and it is an entirely different existence that would be hard to provoke. Knowing the consequences of provoking the city of rogues, Crown Prince Rogeus felt his head ache as he nodded to Crown before quickly going back to the teahouse’s private room.

Ryan asked. "The thing is Sir, Rebels are not exactly rogues but they do appear like rogues. According to rumors, the members are abandoned or underappreciated wolves from different packs in the world and their leader is supposedly a product of a werewolf and a wizard. They were brought together by their hatred for people in power and will gladly accept any job that relates to taking down authoritative figures in a pack. So basically, they're hired murderers who use sorcery and their strength to murder their victims," Ivan explained and a thought immediately crossed Ryan's mind.

"The Rebel Army? " "Listen, Eva, there' s a secret I' ve never told anyone. The Rebel Army is a rogue army formed to fight against the rule of Lycan King. They lurk in the Rosebud Pack disguised as ordinary residents. And Daniel is the leader of the Rebel Army. My guess is that Daniel gave the order for the the Rebel Army to kill you in secret. " "My Goddness, so does Lycan King know about this? "