Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

My fingers flexed against the armrest as I straightened slightly, letting the realization take hold. Dr. Marrick capped the stylus and set it aside. “The next step is to isolate the compounds fully,” he said. “Once we understand the formula, we’ll map the damage and build a corrective plan.” He met my gaze again, and his expression held a calm determination that reached through the fog sitting behind my ribs. “You’re not alone in this,” he added.

“You showed them that you are not just a bridge between worlds, but a foundation that cannot be shaken. Your mother would have been in awe of the woman you have become.” “I don't feel like a foundation, Dad,” Rebel whispered, her voice finally wavering as the adrenaline began to fade. “I feel like I'm holding up a mountain with a broken arm. Elijah’s brother is still out there. The coven is still watching. This was just one battle.”

The stranger laughed, a sound so unhinged and dark, “I wonder, alpha Caelum, if you're a man capable of making tough decisions. Let's play a game, a life for a life.” Caelum went rigid, he was basically living stone, I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it, “what do you mean?” His voice was deathly still. “A life for a life, a mate for a child, lose any children lately?” The rogue smirked and flexed his fingers. Chaos erupted, Caelum lunged at the smirking rogue only to be held back by soren and dane, mothers began calling frantically for their children.

The cave cracked, and the water seemed to have a mind on its own that it brought the rebels’ downing bodies outside. Malaika waved one hand, liquidating a pile of snow, creating a block of sharp ice, and hit everyone. Fashi tried to fight back, summoning the water he could wield, but Malaika was not bothered. She created a mini waterspout in her hands and attacked the rebel leader. The waterspout circled Fashi’s neck until he was out of breath. Malaika was not satisfied, looking at the elves lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Zayne snarled, gripping the hilt of the dagger like it was Pyro's neck he was squeezing. "The rebels aren't a group of sane men, Zayne. We're all mad. Only a madman can stand against the parliamentarians." Pyro chuckled, but it was more psychotic than humorous. "To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels."

“Crusher sends his greetings.” The last shot hit Rebel right at the base of the spine, leaving him alive, but not able to move even one inch. The men contemplated him, prone and helpless on the ground, his golden eyes huge in his face, then they shrugged and turned around. “I’m not risking another shot being heard,” the blond one said to his friend, then glanced down at Rebel. “See you in hell, asshole.” “That’ll be way sooner than you think,” Rebel slurred. “When my boys find out what you’ve done here, they’ll come for you, motherfuckers. They’ll come for all of you.”

Maximus declared, his eyes reflecting both determination and a hint of vulnerability. The rebels, a diverse group of former slaves and dissidents, nodded in agreement. They trusted Maximus, not only for his formidable combat skills but also for his unwavering belief in their cause. Together, they plotted their next series of ambushes, exploiting the natural features of the forest to their advantage.

Alpha Logan announces before silence, an eerie silence, fills the tension in the air. “Rebels?” I ask, my brows furrowing. Alpha Logan nods. “Rebels are rogues who are hell bent on destroying packs out of pure hatred. They despise our kind, and will find more and more ways to destroy us,” “We have tried to get information out of him for years, but his lips are sealed. And now, the rebels have gotten bolder. Only you could make him open up and—” “No,” It was barely whispered. Gasps echoed in the room, but I look at their Alpha dead in the eyes, making myself loud and clear.

Kael growled, slashing through two more enemies as his Alpha aura erupted like wildfire. “They’ve waited for it,” Lena corrected, her claws slick with blood. “This isn’t rebellion. It’s a purge.” The path narrowed ahead—a killing corridor of stone. Mira raised her hands, whispering an incantation. A wave of shimmering energy burst from her palms, scattering rebel archers from the cliffs above and sending boulders tumbling. The earth cracked under the force, disrupting the enemy formation. Lucien charged through the breach. “Come on! Push through!”