Rebels Kanan Jarrus Novels & Stories

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

"I was going crazy, but I didn't show it. I waited for the right moment to execute my plan." My head is throbbing as I keep hearing all what he had endured. Why they did this to him. He didn't deserve this. Eren sighs more determinedly this time. "By the end of the third year, the favorable mission finally came. I was ordered to kill the leader mafia of the enemy gang to which they owed millions. It was to prove them that I was really one of them, to make them proud that we were all of the same blood. But I would never be able to kill someone in my life."

“I guess I will have to take that.” Jarvis walks me over to the campsite that we set up as our base for the war. All through the dark one is down, there are still a couple rebels fighting in pockets. The king has ordered that there be no mercy shown to the ones continuing to fight. The ones that gave up as soon as the dark lord fell, will be allowed to try to redeem themselves. It is all so tiring. I think I will take a nap, while they sort the rest out. I link Warrior Peace and let him know that I am napping. I’m leaving the team with him and Jarvis. I told them to wake me if they need me, but I know they won’t. This war is pretty much over and won.

"We know about Lycan's plans to attack your hideout, and we want to stop him." There was a moment of silence as the rebels exchanged glances. I could feel their scepticism, their disbelief. "How do we know we can trust you?" the tall rebel demanded, folding his arms. "You don't," I said honestly. "But we have no reason to lie. We have nothing left to lose. We were slaves in Lycan's mines, and we escaped. We want to fight back, and we need your help to do it." The tall rebel looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded.

“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.

Alford pointed to the pile of ashes on the floor in front of the men, “what used to be their captain.” Nolan, Bryce, and Grey chuckled while studying the debris that once was a body. “Do you know what you want to do with them?” Nolan asked. “They surrendered, so their lives will be spared. They are warriors from the galaxy Sularos. My cousin Japheth, the assclown as you called him, overthrew their rightful king and took control of their armies.” “Damn. So, you gonna have them help you?” “I’m not sure yet. We will definitely be questioning them as soon as we find somewhere to keep them. If they’re still submissive, we’ll go from there.”

He would not let go and kept trying to hold on when suddenly, a tall shadow stepped in front of me. "She has expressed herself loud and clear. Touch her again, I dare you." I did not know when Daniel showed up or how much he had heard, but his expression was calm. Even so, I could tell he was happy. He had a good reason to be. He finally became the heir to the Graham family. He could let out all the anger and unhappiness he had been holding in for years.

I stopped when he sighed. Okay. Maybe I was bothering him. "There was an attack on some of our people," he mumbled, going back tos to stirring what was in the cup. Ooh. Jaris was opening up to me. But did he say an attack? "How? What happened?" He went ahead to tell me about a Rebel attack that happened in a strange way. He sounded really pissed about it. Well, of course. Jaris hated when people messed with him. "I'm sorry. I'm sure they'll be found and justice will be served," I assured him.

"When I was drowning in the struggle for power, Karen was always there. She offered me comfort and encouragement. I was grateful for that, yes. But the only one I ever loved was Sera." The moment the words left my mouth, another man burst into the room with a small package. I tore it open, finding a tiny voice recorder inside. I pressed the play button. A familiar voice filled the room, cold and calculating. "Karen's been dead for a long time. So what? Your stupid parents will only believe me. All I have to do is put on a little show, and they'll always side with me. That idiot, Macro? He's no different..." The air was sucked from my lungs. A sharp, icy dread pierced my heart.

I whispered, more so to myself. “What’s a rebel wolf?” Reaper asked. “They are pack wolves who lost respect in the hierarchy. They remain pack wolves but choose to run with domestic wolves. It’s scarce. I’ve only heard of three incidents in wolf history where it has happened. It usually happens when the rebel wolf has been wronged. They seek retribution. It is why they do not disband. They want an apology for the wrong, or they will seek vengeance for a crime.” I looked at Beast. “Have you reached out?”