Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

He began to dash around. Cornilla's retaliation was unique; instead of being concerned, she smiled sarcastically at the slave seller and slowly made her way to the barn. The slave trader became enraged. The follower rushed to attack the wolf at his command. But they have the same fate as pot-bellied. The prodigious scene made the slave seller consolidate in fear. Bellatrix, on the other hand, shuddered incessantly, standing still and terrified.

Elena explained as she recounted Davids’s refusal to transfer back her shares. A surge of anger and pain coated with determination seized Elena as she gripped Marcel’s hands tightly. “Marcel I’m going to bring down David and his slut,” Elena swore angrily. “And I’ll be needing your help” she added quietly with anger visible in her voice. .

I scoffed lightly, Better to die by their guns than to have that handcuff shamelessly cuffed around my wrist. The moment I saw a tiny spot for me to escape through I dashed towards it, calculating in my head that they wouldn’t want to fire bullet in an open space where majority of civilians are. But I was wrong, at the first step I took, I felt bullet pierce into my body, by the time I had moved three steps away, numerous shots had been fired into my body, i coughed out blood and slumped to my knee. My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,”

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

Despite her hesitancy at first, Lyra stood her ground, her blows driven by a renewed determination. Sweat trickled down Kael's brow as he worked frantically at the control panel. He yelled, "I need more time!" over the commotion. Zara called back, "We'll give you all the time you need," in a forceful voice. She dodged an assailant and struck quickly, her determination unwavering. With their overwhelming numbers, the rebels were unrelenting. The room erupted in a thunderous clamour just as it appeared like the tide would shift against them. A huge figure, wearing makeshift armour and brandishing a weapon that glowed with electricity, entered the entryway.

Thinking about how the attack took them by surprise, yet they fought with no shame whatsoever. That piece of revelation struck a chord within me, ‘one doesn't prepare for battle on the day of battle, you prepare before that evil day comes.’ I couldn't tell where Liza and the rest were. I tried to mindlink Liza, but it seemed she wasn't picking up the frequency. When the heat of the war came down a bit with the Red Moon Pack winning against the Avengers, I decided to mind link Oriel. “Is Liza with you?” I mind-linked her.

Noble and Ford were on their feet. The Rebel slammed into Mason, knocking him back but not over. Mason brought a knee up and hammered the man in the face, then dropped an elbow into the back of his head, slamming them both down to the ground. Mason landed on top of the man, who was laying facedown, and kneed him again in the head. The guy didn’t move as Mason climbed to his feet. The Rebels were all standing, and there was a terrifying moment of stillness. It felt utterly calm in that moment, with Mason staring at the Rebels, grinning hugely, the Rebels staring back. I could feel the Demons men inching toward Mason, ready to get his back.

She fought with with unmatcheocity, but even she could see the loyalists faltering. The rebels pressed forward like a tide, their eyes clouded black by Vaelor’s influence. Their claws and fangs lashed out with unnatural strength, striking down young and old alike. Iris surged into their midst, her twin flames slicing the shadows apart. “Stop this madness!” she cried. For a heartbeat, the rebels hesitated. Her voice—her presence—cracked through their fury like a whip. Some of the younger ones staggered back, shaking their heads as if waking from a nightmare.

“Which means Thomas Reyes talked. Or someone was watching you the same way someone’s apparently been watching everything else in this entire conspiracy.” “I don’t know how they know.” Xavier picked the phone back up, some of the shock hardening into resolve. “But I intend to find out. I still have a contact from the first life, someone named Marcus. If anyone can tell us where Reyes ended up, it’s him.” He dialed. The call connected on the fourth ring, a low, gravelly voice crackling through the speaker. “Her name is Sofia,” Marcus said, without preamble, once Xavier explained. “Nineteen now. She was sixteen the year you went after her father.”

Not Callum. Not the warehouse. Not Anya slipping me desperate notes in secret. Not Vance losing control this early. Every decision I made after waking up changed something. At first the changes felt small. Manageable. Predictable. But somewhere along the way the future stopped resembling the life I remembered. And for the first time since my rebirth, that terrifies me. Because I can no longer predict what happens next. The realization leaves me colder than it should. Anya drags a trembling hand over her mouth.