Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to stop. It's like I'm a machine now. Programmed to fight. To strategize. To destroy threats before they destroy me." "Then we figure out how to turn off the machine together. After this is over. After Emma is safe. After Shaw is dealt with. We remember how to be people again instead of soldiers." "What if I can't remember? What if I'm broken permanently?" Marcus reached across the table and took my hand. "Then I'll help you put the pieces back together. As many times as it takes." Back at the inn, we lay in bed listening to the ocean. No pressure. No expectations. Just proximity and comfort.

As John whispered to Ericka, the young group observing the rebels felt hungry due to the tantalizing scents. "Ericka, good luck to those guys who were found and sent to jail. They will never again be able to eat and enjoy the exquisite flesh of the bull they steal from the rich man's fields." Ericka only nods as she observes that their other playmate act as the commander has begun to descend the enormous tree branches and intends to follow suit. His playmates are receiving signals from him to follow him and join the rebels. The tall, dark, and attractive leading rebels, dressed in animal masks, rise in front of the throng. On the clear, starry, vast, endless heavens, they see that the round

There was nothing that should stop them. - They had help from vampires. - Martha replied to what she already said at least five times. - There were ten vampire warriors. And the Alpha couple returned to the pack. Or they never left. Our spies informed us they had entered the vampire's lands. Yet somehow, they were back soon after the fight started. - It means that your spies are worthless!- Megan shouted, and her second-in-command had to swallow this insult, as she had no idea how her people were fooled.

Two of the rebels step forward to grab me. The last thing they see is the pavement, as Caleb lands on them, smashing their faces down to the ground. Caleb is in his werewolf form, massive and deadly. Standing in front of me, he’s ready to protect me. The three remaining rebels take an unsteady step backwards and glance at each other. Yet, just when I think they might run, they make a coordinated attack, jumping forward together. Caleb, furious as he is, lashes out in one large sweep, knocking all of the rebels clean off their feet. When he struts forward to finish them off, I dash toward him and grab one of his massive arms with mine.

Reject the isolation he forced on me and claim our connection back. Draven turned to me, his violet eyes narrowing, sensing the shift in my stance. "Secure them," he ordered his rebels, his tone laced with triumph. A burly rebel in human form lunged at Isaak, chains whipping through the air. Isaak dodged, his claws extending as he slashed across the man's arm, drawing a line of blood that sprayed across the dirt. The rebel howled but pressed on, swinging the chain to wrap around Isaak's leg.

Myra's expression shifted as she raised the club. But before she could swing, a deafening bang rattled the door. "Myra! Open up! Something has happened!" Startled, Myra's face drained of color. She cast the club aside, gave my side a sharp kick, and pulled the door open. She glared at Mr. Robinson, who was gasping for air. "What's with all the fuss? What happened?" The police behind him took everything in right away. My eyes were drawn to the male officer standing behind Myra. He looked strangely familiar for some reason.

His eyes flared as he said it, and he looked right at me. "Since then, I've proven him wrong in all he said…except crushing that rebel pack!" he said so the last part so viciously I sucked in a breath. "Thanks to Mabel, I now know who the rebels are. And thanks to you, I will know where they are," he smiled evily at me. My eyes widened and my heart beat faster at his insinuation. Mabel had said that my carelessness will cost us one day and while I had been indignant then, it looked like she was right.

"Now, daughter, surrender your power. Or watch your mate die." Gale strained against the shadows, his golden aura cracking under the pressure. Through the bond, pain lanced through Autumn, but also love, urging her to fight. She channeled the ring's light, blasting a beam at Marcus, but he absorbed it, growing stronger. The woman laughed, summoning more portals—Order reinforcements pouring in, overwhelming the rebels.