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Zayne snarled, gripping the hilt of the dagger like it was Pyro's neck he was squeezing. "The rebels aren't a group of sane men, Zayne. We're all mad. Only a madman can stand against the parliamentarians." Pyro chuckled, but it was more psychotic than humorous. "To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels."

The rebels remained elusive, their network of support shrouded in secrecy and deceit. Zakariah's hatred for the rebels ran deep, fueled by their thoughtless acts of violence and their insatiable greed for power. Their reckless pursuit of their own agenda had plunged the nation into a never-ending cycle of war and suffering, leaving millions of civilians displaced or dead in their wake.

Rahul said, smirking teasing Caleb. Caleb sways the thoughts from his mind and shakes his head, "How I wish I know what you're talking about. Let's go we don't want you getting lost and being attacked by the pack," Alina's POV At the way back to her room Alina recalls when Rahul first saw her, he called her Miyari. If you think about it she and Halea looks alike and if Rahul is a deity he must have meet the old Haliya and her twin Miyari. What could have happened to Miyari? Where could she be? And if Haliya and Halea is the same person is there a possibility that Miyari has been reborn like Halea? If you think of it Halea and my life has been connected both in flesh and spirits just like the

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

“You showed them that you are not just a bridge between worlds, but a foundation that cannot be shaken. Your mother would have been in awe of the woman you have become.” “I don't feel like a foundation, Dad,” Rebel whispered, her voice finally wavering as the adrenaline began to fade. “I feel like I'm holding up a mountain with a broken arm. Elijah’s brother is still out there. The coven is still watching. This was just one battle.”

she said, her voice shaking with fear. "We can't let them scare us off." The rebel nodded his head in agreement. "We won't let them scare us off," he said. "But we have to be smart. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

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.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Right after the enemy finished making their threat, a string of strange floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Scott, pick our girl! Let the wife die already!] [Once the wife dies, she can go back to the modern world and get a huge transmigration bonus. Then you and Jennifer can finally be together!] [I'm so sick of this kind of story where women suffer. Just give us a happy ending already!] Go back to the modern world…and get paid? Hanging from the city wall, I instantly felt a surge of excitement.

Killian's Pov~ The RazorStrip Mile buzzed with smoke and adrenaline. Engines roared like angry beasts, drowning out the cheers of the reckless crowd huddled in the shadows of an abandoned industrial zone. RazorStrip mile is brutal—lined with rusted fence, graffiti—tagged walls, and shattered glass. One wrong move, and you're roadkill. Crowds gathered in tight clusters, lightning the night with flares and headlights. Some came to race. Most came to watch the downfall. Smoke. Cheers. Money flying. The underground circuit was alive tonight—rubber burning against concrete as the crowd buzzed with anticipation.