Rebels Maul Novels & Stories

The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land. "Back at Myozola, those with powers were free to go to the Moka, the wells to drink freely and have their powers boosted but the Force destroyed hundreds of those wells and left just a few guarded, for those that agreed to work for them. We were doing research and that's how we came up with the fruits. It was to make us stronger even without having to drink from Moka," explained Koyala. He then proceeded," Now, the Force would never send its soldiers after you unless you are a potential threat to them. So we brought you here to r

I say. Luban grins excitedly. They miss our father as much as the rest of us do. The thought of seeing him again, speaking to him again, is overwhelming. “This may not work,” I remind them. “Don’t get your hopes up.” I say goodbye to Malachi and my sons who take off in the direction of the pits, while Luban and I stay on the ground, sticking to the shadows. It’s slower to travel this way, but less conspicuous.

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

Beside him are two others rebels, all three of them armed with an assault rifles. "Hello, Tristan," the guy with yellow hair starts. "We need to talk with you about something." "Me first," I say, getting up and wiping the bit of sweat from my eyes. "How about you tell me where I am, why I'm here, and where the fuck Rebecca is?" "Don't worry about Rebecca," the guy answers, "She's fine. My men found her before they find you, and quickly took her to our infirmary. She's alive. As for your other questions, my name is Martin, and I am the leader of the Rebel."

Approximately nineteen rebels walk through the gap in the border fence and look to Tate who is still battling it out with the same intruder. The rebel men’s eyes all fall on me! They sniff the air around them and start chuckling to themselves. They make an attack formation and start running towards me. I can’t take on so many rebels all myself, but would certainly die trying. This was it, this is my last stand. The moon goddess was sure to get me this time!

I was so surprised to see Damien's lover on the ground, sparkling blue eyes wet with tears. She was holding her right cheek and looking up accusingly at Damien. The main hall was full of spectators; maids and officials mostly. In the far corner, was a messenger— the one who had probably brought the news about the rebellion.

Why is it so hard for normal people to even defend themselves? [I know right! When she threatened her to stop the stream, I thought it would end like this!] [Just because they’ve got a little cash, they think they’re untouchable!] Seeing the wave of indignation, Mira shifted gears to show her true intent—making money. “There are already a hundred and fifty thousand of you here with me. If each of you could donate something to me, it would give me the strength to keep fighting these corrupt elites!” However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through.

His scarred face was a mask of barely contained fury and cold calculation. “Tell me again what you’ve learned,” Jeremy commanded, voice sharp as a blade. One of the lieutenants, a wolf with deep-set eyes and a permanent scowl named Kaelen, approached cautiously. “The rebels grow bolder, Alpha. Their camps gather strength, and their alliances deepen. They prepare to strike soon. But we have plans to meet them.” Jeremy’s dark eyes gleamed as he leaned forward, the flickering firelight catching the cruel curve of his mouth.

He began to dash around. Cornilla's retaliation was unique; instead of being concerned, she smiled sarcastically at the slave seller and slowly made her way to the barn. The slave trader became enraged. The follower rushed to attack the wolf at his command. But they have the same fate as pot-bellied. The prodigious scene made the slave seller consolidate in fear. Bellatrix, on the other hand, shuddered incessantly, standing still and terrified.