Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

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.

“You want to debate the politics of a pack that doesn’t exist anymore, or do you want to stop more of your warriors from dying at this gate?” Silence fell again. Rhea stepped forward, shoving past Maera to slap her fist to the stone. “I’ll back it,” she said. “She beats him, we get fewer Bloodfangs chewing our fences. He beats her…” She swallowed. “Then we’re dead anyway. This way at least we go down seeing what the moon made of our runt.” Rebel grunted. “I’ve been wanting to see someone knock that bastard’s teeth in for years,” he said. “If she can do it and save us a season’s worth of skirmishes, I say let her try.”

The walls had begun to crumble, and beneath it all, the raw power of rebellion was bubbling to the surface. Kael stood before the cracked mirror in his quarters, his reflection barely visible in the fractured glass. He adjusted the straps of his armor, the familiar weight of the sword at his side grounding him. His gaze was intense, focused, yet still tinged with the uncertainty of what was to come. He had always known this day would come—where his true test would begin—but nothing could have prepared him for the depth of the betrayal he had suffered.

It was obvious that this MC was allied with the Rebels closely. As I got a look at the MC name of the back of one of their jackets, I could feel myself pale. "The Saints?" Viper asked in a weak voice. The Saints were one of the largest MC's around, as big as the Lost Boys and just as vicious. If they were with the Rebels, it was going to be harder than I though to get Petal and Margo back. "You fucking traitor! You're no brother of mine!" Shooter yelled at Joker who just shrugged.

"Kamukha mo, Kuya! Pero... may pakpak siya at hawak na espada." ​Ang rebulto ay isang imahe ng isang sinaunang nilalang na may hawak na globo. Sa ilalim nito, ang mga glyphs ay dahan-dahang nag-translate sa isip ni Liam dahil sa kanyang Neural Link:

That was the closest thing to comfort that I had felt in a long time, and I wanted to bask in it. As I sank my head into the velvet seat, I ran my head through the new things I had learned. I was alive. My name was Melanie Carter. I lost my daughter, Ellie. My husband was the murderer. And I was out for revenge.

His power pressed against her, and she could feel it brushing her very soul. “You are reckless,” he said, voice low but lethal. “The rebels are not a warning anymore—they are a threat. They will kill you if you step out again.” Elara swallowed. The mark burned fiercely now, responding to his fury, to her own fear. “I’m not going to hide forever,” she whispered. “I can’t.” Kael’s gaze softened, just slightly. “Then you leave me no choice.” --- The sound of shouts and steel clashing drew their attention back to the battlefield. Flames licked the outer gates, and the rebels poured through the breach. Kael’s soldiers formed a line, but even they faltered against the organized assault.

he murmured. Marcus nodded. "I owe you whatever you ask so Odessa's head… It's yours." A satisfied smirk spread over Ryan's face. "Good, then let's make sure this wasn't a wasted effort." Without anything else being said, Ryan raised his hand. A raven soared above; its call was sharp and piercing throughout the woods. It was the signal. The other rebels surged ahead. Meanwhile, Marcus and Luca led the charge for the fortress gates. The leaderless and disorganised rogues were quickly swept under the assault. Callum's rebels fought with a savagery borne of years of bondage; their cries joining the groans that came from Ryan's wolves.

“So Raul was right. Every secret, every shadow—it’s you.” “It was me,” I corrected, forcing myself to stand. “I left it behind. My family left. We cut ties, burned bridges and never looked back.” She turned sharply. “And the kids? Where do they fit in this?” That’s when my chest caved in. I’d promised Klaus I wouldn’t, but the truth was already unraveling, bleeding out of me like it wanted freedom. “Rebel… Michael and Mex aren’t just smart. They’re the highest-ranking hackers on the dark web. Weapon masters. They’ve been training behind our backs, building networks. Last night when Klaus brought them home—” I shook my head. “Rebel, they killed an entire gang from laptops in their backpacks.”

Kael's Pov I got back on my feet and shook off the shock from Elvanya's power explosion. The rebels were getting up too and that meant the fighting had to continue. I launched myself at the nearest group of rebels and my claws tore through them. Blood sprayed across the sacred ground. It soaked into the earth and made everything slippery. My warriors fought beside me but I could see we were losing. There were too many rebels and not enough of us. "Hold the line" I roared even though I knew it was getting harder.