Rebels Iron Squadron Novels & Stories

Even though Rebel wanted to kill Miss Allen in front of David Xiver, he tried to scare David Xiver first. He knew their men might lose the battle, but they were ready and surrounded David and his two companions, yet this man was so fearless in front of them, like they didn't even exist in his eyes, and he could crush them anytime wanted. This feeling made Rebel and their men fear the situation, yet they knew they couldn't change their minds because this was their last chance. Rebel felt tongue-tied in front of this man’s coldness when he looked at them; David didn’t care and stood up and stared at Oscar Astor and Rebel one last time before he threw the giant bomb on them once and for all.

He looked at the rebel who had some wounds and was chained with strong chains around his arms and legs . " My lord ! " said the other shadow guards when Eskylrious entered inside and bowed in front of him . The rebel raised his head and looked straight at Eskylrious . ' ..........I have heard rumors about him.....He is the strongest vampire in the vampire tribe . I can feel his powers from here . ' thought the rebel with a nervous expression when he felt the immense energy coming from Eskylrious's body . He walked towards his royal seat and sat down then looked at the rebel , chained on the floor .

Even if the rebels shot their drones down, they should be able to get there quickly enough to find them and destroy them before they could get away. All of them were to be shot on sight except for the red haired girl--Rain--and 24C. Jaguar knew exactly who he was, even though she’d had to hide her surprise when she’d learned that he was a leader of the rebellion. In her time leading the Military Mothers of Gretchintown, before White had been sent in by President Violet, she never would’ve guessed the mild-mannered 24C would’ve been a problem. Sure, he’d been a little bit of a troublemaker when he was younger, but that was the case with a lot of the men, especially the more vital ones, like 2

"How come he hasn't turned to ashes yet? Shouldn't he be dead?" "He's not dead yet, and I still don't want to kill him. I'm in the mood to play a little politics in the kingdom. Vincent wants my position as leader of the rebel extermination squad formed by the three great vampire kings. With this attack, he will definitely cry his ass to Novak to replace my position. Come to think of it, I can't be both the leader of the rebel eradication squad and the leader of the rebellion squad at the same time. Also, I already know that Saveroth, the prime minister is watching my movements. So, I have to be more careful from now on. And tonight, we will not hunt, but will only save the three slave girls

Nathan says and I blush slightly. "Don't be embarrassed sweetheart, it means we did our job well," Marcus says and I laugh a little. "Let's get home, I'm shattered," Nathan yawns and gets out of the bed. I see the dark red marks where his chest harness was so I kiss them gently. He smiles and kisses me back while Marcus gathers our clothes. "Break it up, I'm not ready for another round," Marcus grumbles.

The seventy Alpha elders sat in their stone benches, their posture entirely submissive, their scents completely devoid of the political ambition that had once threatened to tear the Reconstruction apart. Moored along the stone piers were the twelve iron-clad dreadnoughts, their hulls scarred with violet-ringed craters from Abyssal shells, but their flags—the silver and crimson banners of the United Packs—flying proudly from the high steel stacks. The heavy, reinforced iron doors of the royal palace swung open.

Iris Hart. “The emerald is a stroke of genius,” Iris said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s the only real color in this entire room of monochrome. It says you’re not one of them. It says you have a spine.” Ivy met the woman’s gaze, seeing not an enemy, but a potential ally. “It says I’m trying not to suffocate.”

Rebel did not look angry; she looked like an ancient force of nature that had finally run out of patience. “You did not ruin my life, Tahlia,” Rebel said, her voice vibrating with power. “You are not that important. You are a small, bitter woman who could not handle the fact that the world did not revolve around her. You killed your own people for a chance to sit on a chair that was never yours. You are not a savior. You are a coward. You think you won because you hurt our bond, but all you did was show me that I am stronger than both of you combined.” “I am a wolf of the Obsidian pack!” Tahlia screamed. “I have more right to be here than you ever will! You are a mistake of nature!”

“What, like some neighborhood boys who stole sugar from shops?” ‎ ‎“No,” he said flatly. ‎ ‎“Oh.” ‎ ‎He stepped a bit closer, and for once, I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. My legs felt like jelly. ‎ ‎“They called themselves the Sun Slashers,” he continued. “They were violent. Connected. They controlled a lot of supplies and territory.” ‎ ‎I frowned. “Supplies? Like what, spare parts? Petrol?” ‎ ‎His eyes flicked to mine. “Not the legal kind.”

She was my queen. But my mind drifted back to the dark dungeon where I had last seen her. Her face was ghostly pale, with faint, bruise-like shadows beneath her collarbone. The vibrant fire in her eyes was replaced with a cold, terrifying emptiness. Guilt tore at me. I tried to tell myself she was safe, that my men would make sure she was taken care of. But I didn't dare pull her collar away to look at the bruises. I just ordered my men to have her checked by a doctor.