Rebels Iron Squadron Novels & Stories

The sound of gunfire sank away as we caught sight of Jetter and his crew just ahead. We tore after them, running red lights, weaving through traffic. They were ahead and we weren’t gaining, but they weren’t getting away. All we needed to do was stay on them. We were clearly better armed than they were, though we were outnumbered. Up ahead, the Rebels were getting close to making it onto the overpass. I knew if that happened, we might lose them. Suddenly, from a side street, five more bikes tore out onto the street, nearly ramming into the Rebels. My heart soared when I saw the insignia on their backs: Sandcastles MC.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Rebels were sold into slavery, raped, tortured, and their bodies desecrated when they finally died after they were put through hell. To be captured would be so much worse than to live a horrible life like the rest of the people abandoned in the desert lands. Cody’s jaw clenched. He stared off to where the band of rebels were hoisting boxes of replenishments into their trucks. There were dozens of them, talking freely to the townspeople like their presence wasn’t destructive. If the Crows found out that their town was helping the rebels they would burn the town and the people in it down. “I’ve made my choice, Rebecca.” He grumbled, shaking his head. “I knew you would argue. I knew you wouldn’

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

I need to remember why I am here . Christian showed me around and I met some people . Let’s be honest I don’t really like humans , so I won’t say that smiling and hugging work well with me . I just want to get out of here . “Raven , What are your qualifications ?” Irela , assistant manager of which team again? I forgot . Well fuck that . This bitch is getting on my nerves . I don’t usually judge people badly but this woman right here is despicable . The moment I stepped in , she was eyeing me weirdly . Making cringy faces like I wouldn't notice . I hate people like this from the depth of my heart .

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

"Forgotten. But we will mark history." They rise, one by one. "Unmarked." A chorus. A bond. A rebellion born. “The Claiming Begins”. We march. Three platoons. Twenty rogues each. Shields, blades, tracking hounds. We take our first target: Iron Fen—a border town abandoned after Riverdale’s last purge. I walk in front, blade drawn. Luis and Pearl ride in the center wagon, shielded by witches. Iron Fen is empty… at first. Then: Movement in the shadows.

"This is too messy for me. It would ruin my big plans. I thought I have liberated the pack, this attack is going to give reasons to the council to question me. There are lives on the line here, and Alfred would see this as an opportunity. This is just the perfect time to create his trap and I might as well fall into it. Did you find out where that arrow symbol is from?" "Yes, Alpha Noah." I waited for him to speak but he had that tired look on his face which means it wasn't good. "There is a set of Rebels, they are in for blood. They were either hired or worked on their own. I believe it is the latter. They work with rogues because that's what they want us to believe." "What are they called

For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. Then the courtyard shifted, tectonic, hearts and loyalties realigning—or refusing. Rhea slapped a fist to her chest, eyes fierce. “You want rogues held back and walls patched from the *outside,* storm-girl?” she called. “I’m there. We’ve been missing someone who knows which way the wind is blowing.” Rebel hesitated, tension written in every line of him. Then he nodded once, sharp. “I don’t like being told what to do by pups,” he said. “But I like losing wolves less. If you can keep more from walking into those cracks, I’ll hold the lines you point at.”