Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

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.”

And through the chaos, through the dust and screaming, I heard a voice I'd thought I'd never hear again. Alpha Kael's voice, shouting commands. Leading an attack. The cavalry had arrived. Kael's POV I'd been a coward. A puppet. A failure. But not anymore. When I'd heard about the rebellion, about Mira fighting against the Ancient One, about everything she was risking... I'd realized I had a choice. Keep being Killian's puppet, keep bowing to Redmoon's might... Or remember who I used to be. Who I was before fear broke me.

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.