Rebels Phantom Novels & Stories

"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.

Kaleb yells at Phantom. He put his front paws up on Kaleb’s shoulders. Kaleb is strong, but Phantom is heavy. Phantom just lays down across him. Kaleb looks very irritated. The rest of us break out into laughter. I can see the warrior storm between rescuing their beta and not wanting to fight with Phantom. I hear a snap of fingers, and Phantom gets off Kaleb and walks back over to Kylani. I explain to the new members that these beasts are Mykenzie and Kylani’s pets and that they have free roam of the land. I let them know that they would be seeing them a lot.

Venera concluded. The prince was staring in awe at the two rebels in front of him. They had a whole hierarchy of operations. The 10 weren't just ten teenagers rebelling for the sake of it. They were organized and deliberate with what they did. This was so much more than Felix had given them credit for.

In the far corner, was a messenger— the one who had probably brought the news about the rebellion. “You slapped me, Damien? Why? Because I said you should stop whining about your duties? Or because I told you to stop talking about that bitch?!” Lily immediately stood up, red her flaring about. She looked like a flame, with the way her face turned pink and ears pointed sharp. I was invisible to the rest of the pack members. Entering the hall, no one noticed me. What could have triggered this unrest in paradise? I was amused, I couldn't lie.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

His phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: "Package delivered, contract complete. Recommend extended vacation overseas with my daughter." Alex deleted the message and threw his phone against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces. In the silence that followed, an unfamiliar feeling crept over him. Why did he feel sad about Jezza? He shook his head and pushed the thought away, his mind turning to Nessa and ruling Phantom Tech together. --- Meanwhile, thirty thousand feet above the Atlantic Ocean, Jezza began to stir in the cargo hold of a private jet as the drugs wore off just enough for consciousness to return. Her eyes opened slowly to complete darkness, and her head throbbed w

Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

I couldn’t tell which way it was going to go, and most of them probably didn’t know either. Suddenly, one of the Rebels pulled a gun. “Fuck this,” he hollered. Five guns went off at the same time, riddling the Rebel with bullets. He dropped to the ground, dead on impact. Nobody else moved. “See, boys,” Phoenix said, “you really don’t have much of a choice. Join or die.” “You fucking heard him,” I barked. “You want to join the Demons, you strip off your fucking clothes. Now.”

Upon hearing that, Rey went silent, not even daring to breathe too loudly… And a split second later, a black figure suddenly appeared before them! Wielding a scepter, the individual had a crown made of bones atop his head, and his mask bore two sharp fangs… In other words, the person looked utterly terrifying… Staring at the two, the individual then replied, “…And I go by the Grim Phantom. I’m the ruler of the Phangrottom Clan! Why have you come?”

They didn't look like liberators; they looked like executioners who had finally found their god. "Put the rifles down!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the cracked obsidian walls. I stepped in front of Dante, my wings unfurling to their full, jagged span. The "Obsidian-Gold" in my feathers was flickering, dying out, replaced by a dull, smoky grey as the Void-Hybrid in my womb continued to drain my reserves. "He is your King’s father! He is the reason the sky didn't fall!" The lead rebel, a man whose face was a jagged map of thermal burns and Lagos-scars, didn't lower his "Anti-Matter" rifle. His eyes were fixed on Dante—or what was left of him.