Rebels Phantom Novels & Stories

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.

Eric asked. “We were doing recon on Vanity when the Reapers stormed in. They captured us before we could really it to everyone else. “Perfect. So we got a chance to shut down those robotic bustards,” Kinetic smiled with relief. “Easier said the done,” seam Dragon said the designer has built this huge us fortress hovering over the base. It’ll be crawling with Reapers,” ‘Than let’s fry that damn base with that human trash with it,” frightstar cheered as the rest of the liberated hybrids cheered with him. All except Ghost five who turned to myself and the team as stronghold walk to her side.

"Before, many people thought Phantom was just a legend because no one ever knew who their members were, or who their leader is.. But that was a long time ago. Phantom has been around for a long time, but since they're undercover, it's hard to track them down. They're also free to move about because they're not part of any government. To this day, no one knows who the members of Phantom are. There's even a rumor that if a Phantom member's identity is ever revealed, they'd rather die. That's why Phantom members usually carry poison with them when they go on a big mission, just in case." Allen's eyes widened in shock. "You mean they'll kill themselves with the poison if they're discovered?" Aar

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she said, her voice shaking with fear. "We can't let them scare us off." The rebel nodded his head in agreement. "We won't let them scare us off," he said. "But we have to be smart. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

PHASMA PHASE 1: In which We Embark on a Wondrous Journey Preface: The Rebel ̶D̶̶e̶̶a̶̶r̶̶ ̶ scratch that... Mother. ̶I̶̶ ̶̶h̶̶a̶̶v̶̶e̶̶ ̶̶b̶̶e̶̶e̶̶n̶̶ ̶̶a̶̶ ̶̶g̶̶o̶̶o̶̶d̶̶ ̶̶k̶̶i̶̶d̶̶ ̶̶a̶̶l̶̶l̶̶ ̶̶m̶̶y̶̶ ̶̶l̶̶i̶̶f̶̶e̶̶.̶̶ ̶

he murmured. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. “How do we stop him?” Damian’s expression was grim. “You don’t.” Luca growled, his patience thinning. “That’s not an option.” Damian sighed. “The Phantom has an army. And not just any army—an army of rogues, spies, and assassins. He doesn’t fight fair, and he doesn’t leave witnesses.” A sharp pain shot through my head. “Then we need to find his weakness.”

The clash is brutal—steel on steel, smoke choking every breath, the ground slick with blood. A younger guard stumbles, coughing. “We can’t hold them!” Phantom’s voice cuts through, fierce and unyielding. “Yes, we can. Hold the line. For our realm. For our people.” The rogues falter, their trap breaking under Phantom’s fury. Slowly, they retreat, melting into the haze, leaving wreckage behind. Phantom grips my hand, his palm rough, his eyes steady. “This was meant to break us. But it only proves how desperate he is. Canum runs, but every trap he sets leaves a trail. And I’ll follow it until there’s nowhere left to hide.”

REBORNED EPISODE Nine Deirdre POV Splash! I splashed some water on the so called crypto and he gasped. He slowly raised his head up and struggled against the ropes that are around him while sitting on a chair. He squint his eyes at the tiny bulb hanging above his head. “Somebody, help! Is someone here?! Where are I?!” He finally had the strength to open his mouth after trembling like someone being drenched at the club. He is probably like that because a gun wasn’t placed against his thigh.

I parked near the lookout, watching in the rearview mirror as Bianca snuggled into Damon's arms. "It's beautiful," she said, her voice loud on purpose. "Can we come here every month for a date night?" "If you like it," Damon's reply was flat, but I heard the edge of annoyance in it. Suddenly, a sharp static hiss filled the car. The comms and GPS went dead. My blood ran cold. A jammer. Military grade. In the same breath, the car doors were ripped open. Six men in black surrounded us, silenced pistols raised.