Rebels Synonym Novels & Stories

And there was no turning back. “What about the rebels?” she asked, her mind flashing to the masked man and his ominous words. “How far do they go in all of this?” Ryder’s eyes hardened, a flicker of something dark passing through them. “The rebels are a complication. We don’t know who’s pulling their strings, but we can’t ignore them. They’ll want to use the chaos to their advantage, and they’re already positioning themselves to take control. But they don’t know everything. They’re just pawns in this game, just like us.”

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

Oh hell no! "I'm actually recruiting a Rebel Alliance," I offered. "What's in it for us?" Tigger asked. "Dubious glory, improbable hope, an unfamiliar future and the unique experience of pitting your defiance into the Eye of the Abyss before the End," I promised in Old Kingdom Hittite. "Does that kind of oratory work on males?" Daphne mused. Violet, Fabiola and Paula swept into Katrina's office. "What is that?" Fabiola inquired. "I'm looking for the proper terminology to entice some ladies into a rebel faction," I replied pleasantly.

Rebel and Siddharth were best friends, they had the same teacher who was Rebel's grandfather, however during their training years it was Siddharth who would always beat Rebel in the game, creating a high opinion and position for himself in his grandfather's heart As a result Siddharth rose to fame quicker and was more feared, however Rebel fell out with his grandfather for having favoured Siddharth more and he left the country to join the other world. That was why he harboured concealed feelings to snatch away everything that Siddharth had

“What, like some neighborhood boys who stole sugar from shops?” ‎ ‎“No,” he said flatly. ‎ ‎“Oh.” ‎ ‎He stepped a bit closer, and for once, I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. My legs felt like jelly. ‎ ‎“They called themselves the Sun Slashers,” he continued. “They were violent. Connected. They controlled a lot of supplies and territory.” ‎ ‎I frowned. “Supplies? Like what, spare parts? Petrol?” ‎ ‎His eyes flicked to mine. “Not the legal kind.”

He barked a laugh— actually laughed, before ripping his claws across a Corrupter’s throat. “YOU’RE LATE.” “YOU’RE WELCOME!” Another surge hit us before anything else could be said. This one came from the west. Not Corrupters. Rebels. Disciplined. Coordinated. Dangerous in a way that made my skin prickle. Revna’s forces. I had heard of them. They moved differently— no wasted motion, no frenzy. They didn’t howl or scream. They advanced in lines, breaking formation only when necessary, then snapping back into place like steel bending and straightening.

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.

"Girls like her? They don't just get under your skin. They mess with your head, make you do things you wouldn't normally do." I raise an eyebrow. "And what would you know about that?" He shrugs, his smirk returning. "More than you think." For a moment, the room goes quiet. "Just watch yourself," Aiden says finally, his tone light but his eyes sharp. "Abigail's not like the others. She's trouble-and not the fun kind." I don't respond, but forr the first time, I wonder if Aiden's right. If maybe, just maybe, Abigail is more dangerous to me than I am to her.

I begin. Then memories flash through my mind, Olivia's face or Aaron's face., the betrayal and pain, the unfinished parts of my life and strength fills me. “I would do better if given another chance,” I say. “I would become a better person.” “Why should we return you to life simply so you can become a better person?” another judge asks. The question leaves me speechless, I open my mouth then close it again, memories continue flashing through my mind, all the hurt and mistakes, the things left unresolved so I prepare to answer but before I can speak, every judge speaks at once.