Rebels Phantom Novels & Stories

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

“There were five of us, but because he was being hysterical, we did not move at all— not unlike the other group.” “How about them? How many of them stepped into the boundary?” James thought for a while before answering. “There were seven of them— one was the guy who got trapped and went missing,” he answered. “I see…” Evie lapsed into silence as she pondered. Seven people, but one of them was certainly dead. So, there were still six people who were probably still in danger. The rest of the group were not trapped because they were not the chosen sacrifice. But it didn’t mean they were spared. The creatures that Richard saw— those skull masked phantoms were weak elementals, yes.

"You're okay, I guess." The rest of the ride was quiet. When the car stopped, I stormed out. After I slammed the door, I heard him call my name. I turned, confused, and saw Daniel's face half-hidden in the shadows. He spoke softly. "The truth is, it wasn't Jeffrey who comforted you back then. It was me. Jeffrey poisoned Bobby and killed him." I felt like I had been hit by lightning and just stared at him. "Why should I believe you?" "The white frangipani flower, remember?"

I scoffed lightly, Better to die by their guns than to have that handcuff shamelessly cuffed around my wrist. The moment I saw a tiny spot for me to escape through I dashed towards it, calculating in my head that they wouldn’t want to fire bullet in an open space where majority of civilians are. But I was wrong, at the first step I took, I felt bullet pierce into my body, by the time I had moved three steps away, numerous shots had been fired into my body, i coughed out blood and slumped to my knee. My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,”

However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through. Ten minutes of fake crying later, frustration broke through her mask, and she snapped. “You bunch of broke losers! So many people in here and you can’t even scrape together one decent donation?” The mood flipped instantly. A new flood of messages filled the screen. [Any cops watching this stream? The suspect is right now under the Frostbridge overpass.] The tip spread like wildfire in the chat. Mira panicked and hurried to shut the stream down, but it was too late. The officers were the ones who finally ended her live feed.

Hundreds — no, more than hundreds—surged as though they possessed a single breath, a single ordered edict. “They’re all Hollowed,” Elara said, beside me, her voice strained. “No,” I whispered. “Worse. They’re rebranded. Reborn through her.” Damien stepped beside us. His sword was out, but he did not raise it. Not yet. “She has stolen their memory,” he said. “Their oaths.” Caspian’s boots scraped as he walked up behind me. “She’s giving them what they lost. Something to belong to.”

I started digging, clawing at the truth with Lucas at my side. But war was brought to the wolf race soon after, it tore my pack to shreds, and finally—slayed me. I remember bleeding out, right here in the fields of my pack’s territory. And now… Now I stood staring at my reflection in my bathroom mirror, whole and alive again. I pressed a hand over the phantom wound on my chest, the one that should have ended me. I didn’t know how this was possible, didn’t know if it was a sick joke, a curse, or a miracle.

Mick asks, talking to the Rebel, his eyes scanning the space for his brother. “Yeah. Just relax.” Rebel shifts Teagan gently over to his left, freeing up the other side of his body where Mick is standing. Teagan puts her hand on Rebel’s arm. “You’re not going to fight in here, are you?” He shakes his head. I can see why Teagan is so gah-gah over him. He really does look like her long-time crush, Dolph Lundgren, and he’s totally taken control of the situation without even doing anything yet.

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“Someone’s coming!” Sure enough, there were footsteps, along with muffled voices. Z looked up at the cracks of the cemented wall. They have no means of escape unless they tried breaking through the cement. They’ve been brought in one of the abandoned buildings, but the walls here were pretty much sturdy. Z had a hunch that someone amongst the rebels could control rock or something closer to it. “You’re proving yourself useful, Adam,” a manly voice was saying. “The Phantoms will be more than glad to welcome you to our ranks, though you still have to take one final test.”