Rebels Vader Novels & Stories

This was his last command so that he could return to his beloved, but the assistant's revelations would not end. "Your Majesty, I humbly acknowledge my transgressions against the Queen and offer my sincerest apologies once more. The knowledge I am about to impart is applicable to you. The rebels, in their cunning strategy, have devised a plan to transform themselves into vampires, all in an effort to destroy your forces. It appears that they have even enlisted the aid of some of your own kind who have defected to their cause. The names of their esteemed commanders, as per my sources, are none other than Viktor, Evelyn, and Gustave."

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

His strong features show authority and sometimes mistaken as the Thalon Prince than of Caleb. "So, what is it to you?" Elder Lucas asked, moving to face his nephew. He has now taken the chair next to him and crossed his legs and rested his back on the chair. Aiden closed the door behind him and went to the window opposite the door. "I have shown you several times that I'm interested to be part of this quest. Between me and Caleb I am more capable," Aiden said. "That's not what the Gods and goddess have decided, plus we do not know what the outcome of this quest will be," Lucas said.

Behind him, hundreds of rebels poured forth, snarling and ready. “FOR THE VALENTINES!” Thomas bellowed, his voice carrying through the night. The witches hesitated. And then the rebels struck. The swamp water turned red as bodies fell—witches screaming as claws and fangs tore them apart. The air reeked of iron and burnt herbs. The rebels moved like a single organism, their fury unstoppable. Inside, the screams were different. Junie’s cry was sharper now, her nails digging into Rio’s arms. Sweat beaded on her pale forehead.

“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.”

Silas finished. “He a bad man?” Ryder asked. “Yes, son.” Blaze answered. “He was a very bad man. He tried to take your mama.” Blaze explained. “He try to take mama.” Rebel asked as his eyes went black and fur started to sprout from his little body. Storm quickly took Rebel in her arms. “Rebby, calm down baby.” She hugged him tight. He breathed in his mama’s scent deeply. “But he try to take you.” He gritted.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

Rey's voice carried a mix of desperation and unwavering belief. Luna's eyes widened, her internal struggle reaching a crescendo. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she extended her hand, reaching out towards Rey and as Rey was about to take her hand, Luna collapsed and passed out. The Crimson pack was able to drive back the Ascenders who sustained heavy losses and had to fall back, it was their first defeat in 300 years.

Today was the feast of the Moon goddess and as expected,the moon goddess had beautified the heavenly realm. “But today was the perfect opportunity. Luca is at his lowest tonight. We need to strike and free as many captives as we can. Luca is a weakling and nothing is going to stop us tonight from dominating his territory. You need to consider your decisions.” Hardin looked like he was out to persuade me into doing what was earlier scheduled to be done. Hardin was right. Tonight would be a perfect night for us to unleash terror but then my premonition wouldn't let me. I had a feeling something awful would happen if we struck now and that feeling of leading my men to their doom sent shivers do

Vador licked his lips. "It's because they want your position as the ruler of all four empires." "Which is never happening again as long as I'm lord. We'll have to do something about them," Vador said calmly. "And where's the damsel?" Aleister asked looking around. "In her room,probably thinking of me," he smirked. "See you then," Aleister replied standing up to take his leave. "And oh ,tell the guards to send in another virgin vampire,a mature one this time. The last one gave up the instant I touched her," Vador said laughing.