Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

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.”

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

Chapter 2: Rebel ~Wren~ I slink in through the loose shingles on the roof, softly landing in our makeshift hideout loft. It isn’t much, honestly, it looks like a child’s playhouse, but when all the outliers are beggars or thieves, it’s hard to come by nice things for a rebel headquarters. We are lucky that Ms. Grayford is deaf and never travels upstairs. Not that she would care if she did. She hates Alpha Alden as much as we all do.

“Not until I have this place safe. You’re safest in your room with Mara and Elvie right now. You need to eat this not me.” Reu said nothing, just stood with his head downwards, trying to make himself invisible. The room was too small to make a third wheel disappear. Even so, I wasn’t going to accept this lying down. “It hasn’t even been twelve hours since I woke up and you’re getting rid of me? What happened to everything you said?” His face snapped to attention, his brown eyes burning daggers into me with frustration. “A full scale rebellion happened, that's what! Machine-guns still ringing in my ears! I cannot look after you in this state-”

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.

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.

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.

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.

But since their team had grown big, they managed to push the rebels to the corner. And when they achieved this, Malden shone the light on the rebels, and they recoiled in pain. The light was too much for them to handle, and they were temporarily blinded. Malden and his team took advantage of the situation, charging in and attacking the rebels with renewed vigor. The rebels fought back fiercely, but they were weakened by the light. Malden and his team were able to gain the upper hand, using their combined strength and skill to overwhelm the rebels.