Rebels Phantom Novels & Stories

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

“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.”

“The explosion flattened that entire compound. You saw it yourself. No one could’ve walked away from that. Phantom’s dead. All we’ve got left is Dennis.” I shook my head firmly. “I don’t believe that. A man like Phantom doesn’t just… vanish in rubble. He plans. He hides. He taunts. He survives.” Abel tilted his head, studying me like I was the stubborn one. “That’s your anger talking. He’s dead. You need to let yourself believe that or it’s going to eat you alive.”

THREAT: HIGH-AGILITY. The four Phantoms didn't issue a warning. Their sleek chrome heads split open, revealing glowing, violet laser emitters. They moved with blinding speed, leaping silently off the walls and ceiling, rushing down the hallway toward the intruders. "Contact!" Ren shouted, dropping to one knee. He didn't use the scope. At this range, and with their speed, it was pure instinct. CRACK. The sabot round caught the lead Phantom mid-leap, shattering its chrome chassis and sending it spinning into a priceless holographic painting of a waterfall.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. 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.

Rebel and Siddharth were best friends, they had the same teacher who was Rebel's grandfather, however during their training years it was Siddharth who would always beat Rebel in the game, creating a high opinion and position for himself in his grandfather's heart As a result Siddharth rose to fame quicker and was more feared, however Rebel fell out with his grandfather for having favoured Siddharth more and he left the country to join the other world. That was why he harboured concealed feelings to snatch away everything that Siddharth had

Rebella quickly stepped forward and said, “Wait, watch out for restrictions.” After speaking, she raised her hand and struck the gold palace’s entrance with her Genesis. With a loud bang, a bizarre restriction was instantly destroyed. The group entered the golden palace one after another. Seeing Rebella helping the group, James nodded in approval. It seems that Xatia’s heartfelt words have convinced Rebella. At least she started to care about the group’s safety. With a powerhouse at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation like her, James would have much less to worry about.

The smile of the crescent moon addressed human civilization who lives in misery on the surface of the earth. Damien, in a black robe that covered his entire body, and of course a sword in his left hand was standing on top of the old building, with eight of his men wearing the same clothes he was wearing. Even though the extremely cold night wind kept trying to caress his skin, it didn't make Damien falter in the slightest. Maybe because he is a vampire who can't feel hot or cold. He stood at the very front, while behind him were eight members of the rebel army he formed to overthrow the current vampire kingdom. One of the eight people is Alexis, the girl who this morning accompanied Michelle

"Good boy. Now you're going to meet my friends and I'd like it if you got along so please make an effort." "I will, I promise!" "So, the tall scary guy is Marcus, the ginger guy is Thomas, and the guy with tattoos is Lucas. Lucas has a permanent sub, he's called Joey. He's the only short person there so you'll know who he is." "So scary is Marcus, ginger is Thomas, tattoos is Lucas and short is Joey?" "Yes, you have to be respectful to Marcus, Lucas, and Thomas because they are dominants but you can be more relaxed around Joey. Marcus is especially strict and will want you to be perfect," Nathan tells me seriously and I nod.