Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

"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.

“Too loud… too much…” “You buried us,” she breathed, kneeling by his side. “But the echoes rode in your blood. You can’t silence what you’ve stolen.” Ilsa looked at me. “They don’t want revenge.” “No,” I agreed. “They want the truth.” The remaining Uncut collected, appearing less solid. More grounded. I witnessed warriors, truth seekers, healers — all forsaken when they refused to break. All cast into darkness. And now, brought into light. Kaelen groaned, trying to rise. I stepped forward.

My head feels like it's underwater and my body feels like it's floating as waves of pleasure coarse through me. ——— "You back with us?" Nathan asks. I blink open my eyes and realise I'm sandwiched between them both. Marcus' hand is running through my hair and I'm holding Nathan's hand. "I'm back," I mumble. "I'm surprised you haven't broken your vocal chords, they probably heard you in the main room," Marcus says with a chuckle. "I was that loud?" "You always are when you go into sub space. A lot of screaming, a lot of mumbling our names," Nathan says and I blush slightly.

The two female wolves haven’t left Selene’s side for a second, but they are constantly battling one renegade or another trying to get close. Sorem and Roower, Augusto’s wolf, are fighting fiercely. Both are injured and exhausted, but neither is willing to back down this time, and that's clear to everyone. Suddenly, Selene writhes on the ground, overcome by pain, and Sorem falls to the ground. Roower takes advantage of the alpha’s distraction, inflicting a bleeding wound across most of his back and side. Blood starts to mix with the rainwater. "Kill the Luna, now," orders Augusto through the link to his minions, and suddenly more renegades emerge from the bushes. They all look quite grotesque

He barked a laugh— actually laughed, before ripping his claws across a Corrupter’s throat. “YOU’RE LATE.” “YOU’RE WELCOME!” Another surge hit us before anything else could be said. This one came from the west. Not Corrupters. Rebels. Disciplined. Coordinated. Dangerous in a way that made my skin prickle. Revna’s forces. I had heard of them. They moved differently— no wasted motion, no frenzy. They didn’t howl or scream. They advanced in lines, breaking formation only when necessary, then snapping back into place like steel bending and straightening.

"You have made your point. Now let us discuss what needs to be done." The central figure glared at his brother, but eventually he nodded. "Very well," he said. "But I am warning you, if any of you dare to cross me again, you will regret it." The other figures exchanged nervous glances but said nothing. They knew better than to challenge the central figure when he was in one of his moods. "Now," the central figure said, his tone more controlled. "What do we know about this group of rebels?" The figure who had spoken earlier stepped forward again. "Not much, I'm afraid. They seem to be led by a man named Marcus. He's been able to unite several smaller rebel factions under his banner, and they'

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

Fabian's POV. Although the moon was erupting, it didn't bring the usual peace tonight. There was a strong, earthy tension in the air.' I was so close to my sword's hilt that my knuckles became white. The worst part was not what we were facing, but rather the fear of being left behind. The rebels had departed.? Their attention was now directed towards my soul.' The moment the rogues entered the battlefield, I knew something was wrong.' They were too composed and coordinated to accommodate a group of rebels.'... The reason they were attacking us was because they had a game in mind. Sadly, I was their pawn

Those bastards were playing with us. With a roar that shook the trees, I accelerated until the foul scent of the rebels hit my nostrils. In the distance, I saw my warriors engaged in carnage. I didn't hesitate. I pounced on the first rebel I saw, a mangy black wolf who was about to bite the jugular of one of my men. I dug my claws into his neck and pulled with all my strength, feeling his vertebrae crack and his warm blood splash across my face. I tossed him aside like an old rag and prepared for the next one. The fight against the rebels

In them, I could see Draven’s team stopped at the door. I shoved past and understood that too. Malachai stood in the center, veiled by Kira's body. The visual disconnect was horrifying. Marcus's headless corpse lay at his feet. “Draven and the rogue Alpha with his rebels,” Malachai said, facing Draven. "How quaint." Then he saw me. Recognition flickered. "And Cassian Valen. The shattered Alpha trying to resurrect. I followed your failures from my prison. Watch you run your mate into the ground with pride and weakness.”