Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

The scars on his neck catch the glow of the fire—old wounds from a loyalty forged long before I ever knew my true bloodline existed. We turn a corner— —and slam straight into a pair of rebels. Kael reacts instantly. He steps in front of me, intercepting the first strike. Steel rings as he blocks with a stolen blade. The second rebel lunges toward me, teeth bared, eyes burning with fanatic devotion to Damien. Fear flares—but something darker rises with it. The shadows. They curl at my feet, hungry, eager. Responding to my heartbeat like it’s a war drum. The rebel hesitates.

An instant later, I launch myself upon them. The two rebels let out vicious howls as I move in a flurry of poised, precise, absolutely flawless attacks. It’s been a long day. I’m sick and tired of fighting. But even in a weakened state, I’m stronger than most of these pathetic rebels could ever fathom, even with the help of the potions.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

It was a place of refuge, but also a stronghold, filled with the remnants of an age-old rebellion. Once inside, Sera felt the weight of the enclave’s walls close around them, the quiet murmur of conversation and the soft glow of lanterns offering a stark contrast to the brutal landscape they had just traversed. The stone walls were adorned with banners, relics from past victories, and the faces of rebels long gone, their memories immortalized in this sacred place. Rurik Frostmaw was waiting for them inside, standing with a group of trusted commanders. His gaze flickered between Caelum and Sera, his expression unreadable.

“Austin?” “MORGANA HAS REBEL!” I yelled. “WHAT?!” Reid yells.

Damon's POV I got Bianca back. The price was Nora. "Get everyone!" I roared at Marco. "Find Viktor!" Two hours later, the dockyards were on fire. I burned down every Kozlov family stronghold in New York, one by one. I snapped Viktor's neck with my own hands and watched the life drain from his eyes. The satisfaction of revenge lasted only a few minutes. But when the smoke cleared, the rage faded, leaving only a hollow ache where my heart used to be.

But it was too late. With a guttural roar, Kael launched himself at the rebel who had attacked Selene, his claws ripping through the man’s chest in a single, brutal motion. Blood spilled into the dirt as the rebels scattered, retreating in fear. The fight was over, but the damage had been done.

Wes mumbled. “Can it, Calhoun,” Maverick snarled. Rebel liked this Wes Calhoun character more with each passing second. “And you picked this as your drastic measure?” Maverick gestured around them. He was shaking his head. “You have no idea what you’ve done, Lily.” “He’s not what you think,” she defended him. “He’s loyal and kind and—” “Your brother’s right, Lily,” Rebel said. He couldn’t take another second of

The Reapers had found the vault. ​"Get behind the pedestal!" Malakai roared, shoving me toward the marble center of the room. ​He didn't hide. He stood in the center of the chamber, his feet planted wide, his submachine gun leveled at the door. He looked like a god of war, a man who had finally decided that the only way to be free was to burn the bridge behind him. ​The door didn't just open; it disintegrated. The magnetic charge sent the steel slab flying inward, crushing a row of filing cabinets with a deafening crash. Before the smoke could even settle, three Reapers surged into the room, their suppressed rifles spitting silent death.