Romans & histoires Rebels Phantom

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

“You’ve made a grave mistake, Lysander.” Lysander stepped forward, his gun aimed at Phantom. “It’s over, Phantom. We’re dismantling The Order.” Phantom chuckled, a sound that sent chills down Kylie’s spine. “You think you can stop us? You’re merely a pawn in a game much larger than you can comprehend.” Kylie’s eyes narrowed, determination fueling her every move. “We’ll see about that.” In a swift motion, Phantom raised a hand, signaling the remaining guards to attack. The room exploded into violence as Lysander and his team fought back, their movements coordinated and deadly.

I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and smirk at them both. “My name is Rebel. But you already know that.” I say as they both stand and stagger before they fall back down. “You bitch, we will kill you.” Paddy slurs and I chuckle as the door opens and in walk my girls. Their disguises gone as they wipe their blood-stained hands.

The deep voice sounded from behind her. Lily turned to find Rebel cloaked in shadow, an open book in his hand. He’d been standing not far from the table lamp, yet he blended so well into the darkness, it was as if he were born of it. The shadows covered the scarred side of his face until the old wounds disappeared into the dimness. He was one with the dark, a phantom king who lurked among the shadows and fancied himself a devil, and she was the innocent standing at his crossroads.

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."

he said, “He will help me in taking back my place at the pack, But for now, I need to complete a quest with Caleb,” she continued “What is this quest that you are referring to?” “During Halea’s birthday celebration, Caleb’s pack witch accidentally falls down and I helped her when I touched her she and I had a vision, in that vision I was asked to return to the realms of the dead along with the flame and the bearer of the moonlight. According to Amelia and Caleb, there were 4 guardians of the underworld who had the same vision along with the flame and the bearer of the moonlight. And they need to go on this mission and they will be judge,”

the Phantom was broadcasting. "Mommy!" The hatch of the gunship hissed. Leo stepped onto the ramp, ignoring Marcus’s reaching hand. He stood there, small and fragile in the harsh floodlights, his sapphire-gold eyes darting between the two of us. The silence that followed was absolute. The Phantom didn't lunge. She didn't attack. She dropped to one knee in the mud, her crimson coat spreading around her like a pool of blood. She opened her arms, the same way I used to do in the basement when the nightmares were too loud.

Saving my pack and the rebels. I grab my training gear and move to the bathroom, working out my new plan as I go through the daily motions. The first thing on the docket is getting packs to join me, sadly this is also the hardest thing on my list. I’m nothing more than a low-ranking wolf exiled from my pack for betraying them. This is why I have decided I need to travel back the way I came and seek the help of the rogues. They are the original rebels and where I technically belong with them.

Becca said, and I nodded in appreciation as she left. "I didn't expect that you'd come back here." She looked around, smiling. "I also didn't expect to be back here but I wanted to see you." "See me?" I squinted my eyebrows at her, surprised. Mirabelle wanting to see me was something new. "Yea, I shouldn't be telling you this but I just thought I should pay you back for helping me by informing you." "Ok , so what is it? "There's a rebel group, fighting for the equal treatment of female wolves and I want you to join," she whispered, keeping her voice low.