Rebels Vader Novels & Stories

"This is it. We strike tonight, and we hit them hard. The Temple won’t be able to recover if we act fast. We’ve trained for this moment. Now we execute." Sena looked out over the faces of those gathered, her heart swelling with a fierce pride. These people, these rebels—they were her family now. And no matter what happened, they would face it together. --- That night, as the rebellion moved out under the cover of darkness, the desert came alive with the sound of their movement. They moved quickly, silently, a shadow in the night, weaving between rocks and dunes, heading toward the Temple’s outpost. It was a small force, but it was enough. They had the element of surprise, and with the power

"You were reborn too." The light turned green. I raised the window and placed the glass between our worlds again. Before it closed completely, I said, "In the last life, we already settled our debt." The car moved forward. Adrian chased for a few steps, but the bodyguards stopped him. In the rearview mirror, he stood at the street corner like a statue soaked in rain. I looked away. I felt no thrill of revenge. I felt no old love rising from the ashes. I only felt a peace that had finally landed.

“They triggered the stream! Go dark now!” Too late. Above ground, a makeshift broadcast had already begun. Drone cams focused on the prison entrance as rebels shouted into bullhorns. “This is what Obsidian built! This is her legacy! Elena Vestri will answer for the crimes of the machine age!” The crowd roared. Guns fired in the air. One rebel stepped forward with a handheld detonator. Another held a knife. I knew what was coming. I charged. Bullets sang. Damien shielded my father. I slammed the detonator from the rebel’s hand and snapped his wrist. But the man with the knife slashed across my side—blood sprayed as I fell forward.

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

“You need to kill him before he resets the timeline again.” The storm remained frozen. Rain hung motionless in the air like shattered glass around them. No thunder. No wind. No sound except Elaine Carter’s heartbeat pounding violently inside her chest. She stared at the older version of Adrian Vale standing across the cliffside. Scarred. Broken. Destroyed by grief. And somehow— Still looking at her like she was the center of his universe. Their Adrian stood protectively beside her, tense enough to snap reality apart with his bare hands.

Tai’s grip tightens on my hand. "That doesn't sound like a normal power outage,” I say shakily. Without letting go of me, Tai reaches into his nightstand, fumbling around until suddenly I can see, the candle Tai having just lit balanced in it’s silver holder, it’s small flame offering a small amount of reprieve from the heavy darkness. "Rebels," Tai murmurs lowly, the light casting looming shadows, creeping into each deep contour of his face. "They are breaking in." "Are you sure?" I question, unable to reign in my shaky voice.

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.

"You want me to embargo the Emperor? You are mad. He has Legions. He has the Shadow Guard. If I cut his supply lines, he will burn Oremond to the ground." "He needs Oremond," Tristan said. "He needs your factories. He can't burn you if he wants to rebuild his army." Tristan picked up the shard. He tossed it in the air and caught it. "But if you refuse... I will sell this to the rebels. To the Viper." Valerius flinched at the name. "They say the Viper is dead," Valerius whispered. "Crushed in the Spire." "They say a lot of things," Tristan said cryptically. "But imagine if the Rebel Army had armor made of this. The war would be over in a month."

The sixteen allies, united by the common thread of freedom, huddled in secrecy, far from the prying eyes of Athena's enforcers. Maximus, his eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve, took charge of the impromptu war council. "We cannot afford to underestimate Bastian and his soldiers. Our survival hinges on outsmarting them at every turn," he declared, his voice a low murmur carrying the weight of rebellion. The rebels, a diverse group with different backgrounds and skills, listened intently. Among them were former gladiators, skilled artisans, and even a few who possessed knowledge of the wilderness – a formidable blend of talents that Maximus sought to harness.

“It’s okay. It’s the rebels.” The doors all around the throne room slam open a few minutes later, and one by one the members of the rebel army march into the destroyed throne room. Matthew and Grayson welcome them as liberators of the city, and though it doesn’t seem clear which one of them is going to be taking over as Alpha, their first orders to their troops are in perfect agreement.