Rebels Synonym Novels & Stories

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

“Every rebellion needs a name.” “We’re not a rebellion,” I said. “Not yet.” “What would you call it then?” I looked at the documents spread across the table. Amon asleep on the bed, bleeding because he’d come to warn me. At Whitney planning recruitment like she was organizing a business venture instead of treason. At Fabian, a disgraced vampyre with nothing left to lose. “Insurance,” I said finally. “We’re insurance against the Houses winning.” “Poetic.” Fabian stood, stretching. “But I like Farseers better.”

Ryan asked. "The thing is Sir, Rebels are not exactly rogues but they do appear like rogues. According to rumors, the members are abandoned or underappreciated wolves from different packs in the world and their leader is supposedly a product of a werewolf and a wizard. They were brought together by their hatred for people in power and will gladly accept any job that relates to taking down authoritative figures in a pack. So basically, they're hired murderers who use sorcery and their strength to murder their victims," Ivan explained and a thought immediately crossed Ryan's mind.

She fought with with unmatcheocity, but even she could see the loyalists faltering. The rebels pressed forward like a tide, their eyes clouded black by Vaelor’s influence. Their claws and fangs lashed out with unnatural strength, striking down young and old alike. Iris surged into their midst, her twin flames slicing the shadows apart. “Stop this madness!” she cried. For a heartbeat, the rebels hesitated. Her voice—her presence—cracked through their fury like a whip. Some of the younger ones staggered back, shaking their heads as if waking from a nightmare.

His statement alone is enough to raise my worries on the state of my family residing somewhere in the border lands, together with all the rebels there is. Rebels are close to what considered as rogues, they are either Lycans and Werewolves who refuse to pick any side and therefore, resides in the lands between the borders of the two worlds. "They rebel for their freedom and oppostion the same way we do." He tells me once we are settled inside. "Now, can you tell me more about the person who got near you?" "His purple eyes were all I could think of, as they seemed to have been filled with magical dusts." I stare into space while continuing to recall those hypnotizing gaze luring my soul in th

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Hazel replied, not even slightly bothered. "C'mon guys! We're all on the same side here. Hazel wants to get back home, Abigail wants to partake in the challenge and get her arm back, we just basically busted out of the dungeon and any moment now, Deltas are gonna be sent after us. We have a common enemy." Cara said. "Benard." Mark growled, raw malice and hatred in his eyes. Dude's probably got murder on his mind. Shouts and footsteps were soon echoing from outside the room, making all of us tense up. They were coming this way.

With their ability to cover more ground, the women could spread out, and those that had land riders or who could move faster wouldn’t need to continue at such a slow pace either. Calling out to a few of the other women nearby who were using transporters, she gave them orders to move ahead in groups of three. It seemed as if the rebels had broken into smaller bands. Chances were, most of them had no idea how to use the weapons they had, especially the Dicks. The Mothers would have the element of surprise, speed, accuracy, and a thirst for blood. She’d put her money on her fellow Military Mothers against these ragtag rebels any day. “Let’s go, women!” she shouted, cranking up the speed on her

I owe them that much for all they did for me, when I nearly lost myself. Her face floods my vision, as if she’s standing right before me. Sobs ripping from my chest. I miss her more than I will ever admit. My one chance at happiness and a family, stolen because some demon went on a rampage at a concert, killing over forty people and sucking each and every one of their souls from their bodies. Soraya, my mate, had been there with several other pack members, just ready for a good night. Like I said, we do our best to blend in with society. We gravitate towards the same things other creatures and humans do. In that way, we’re no different.

This was the direct opposite of what rebels would do, and no matter how they try, they do not just want to have a concern for anyone else but themselves. "Look, I do not know how to explain this to you, but I think I have found a new faith, and it is glorious to have people around who care about you and whom you care as much about. More than once those people have saved my life, and I know that it is very free and very comfortable to be a rebel because you can do whatever you want at whatever time it pleases you, but this is not bondage, and I am having all of the freedom that I ever have and also having some token of love," I said to them, but I was rather surprised at the way they were all