Rebels Phantom Novels & Stories

Black as midnight. A phantom.

“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.”

Michael: Stay on your game Rebel Rebel: Bye Daddy (phone dead) I summon a maid to bring my driver. The party this evening is A-list, so I won't be packing a gun. No issue. I wear a small pistol on my thigh for good measure and smile to myself. I am twenty-five, and my whole body is an arsenal. I don't need much to get the job done. Even my nails are lethal.

Archie sighed in disappointment, “Several people inside Glitch have Black armor.” The black suit guy then added, “Sir! Today in the Dominion Riots Center, someone broke the Android’s Stronghold record and secured the first position on the leaderboards.” “So?” “A group of people somehow managed to recover the recording of the battle and also posted it on the official forums. Jack and others have confirmed that he is the same guy that hijacked the hunt. His name is Phantom.“ A malicious grin appeared on his face. “Gotchu!! fucker!” “Good! Tell them to keep following him. I am gonna gouge his eyeballs and feed them to dogs.”

one of her men shouted. In the distance, the roar began. At first, it sounded like a storm, but as the ground began to vibrate, the mercenaries realized the truth. The Phantoms weren't coming for a parley. They were coming for an execution. Ruan led the charge, his bike jumping the curb and screaming onto the wooden planks of the dock. He didn't use a gun. He used the bike as a weapon, slamming into the first line of security, sending men flying into the cold, dark water.

Maximus declared, his eyes reflecting both determination and a hint of vulnerability. The rebels, a diverse group of former slaves and dissidents, nodded in agreement. They trusted Maximus, not only for his formidable combat skills but also for his unwavering belief in their cause. Together, they plotted their next series of ambushes, exploiting the natural features of the forest to their advantage.

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

But holding him, I made a silent vow. I would make us strong enough. Build an army that could face anything. Train until we were deadly. Fortify until we were unbreakable. And when Malachar finally came—because he would come—he'd find not a helpless child and a desperate mother. He'd find the Silver Claws. Twenty-eight fighters. Battle-hardened. Loyal. Lethal. And me. The Phantom. The mother who'd burn the world to protect her son. Let him come. We'd be ready.

“You are amazing. We will definitely talk more later beautiful. For now, can you pull back? I would like to talk to Rebel.” I hear Carter snap his head up. “You are Rebel Lawson?!” I stand in front of Rebel and glare at the rogue. “Yes, she is Rebel Lawson. She is MY, fated mate and MY Luna. No one will take her from me or our pack. Your usefulness has run out.” I tell him and with that I bring my claws out and with one swipe, I cut his head off.