Rebels Zeb Orrelios Novels & Stories

Bellatrix fell down with pain in her hands and knees. "Nicholas!" cried Bellatrix in pain. Nicholas looked ahead, ignoring her. His throat roared, "Andrei!" "Big brother. You came! We've completed your order. This bloody sister is no more now," said Andrei. His eyes twinkle; he can finally complete the task.

Meanwhile, a master fighter holding a laptop stood up and answered, “I’ve got it, sir! The person who killed Octavius, Cohen, and the others was a Rheasian youth!” “What? Just a Rheasian youth?” The leader’s thick eyebrows scrunched together and his expression was extremely unpleasant. His eyes had widened in anger. The master class fighter hastily trotted over with his back lowered to show the laptop screen to the leader. Moreover, he said cautiously, “Sir, this is the person…” The leader’s sharp gaze stared at the laptop screen coldly and saw Zayn!

A former high ranking soldier he was till he faked his death ten years ago to set up 'Horizon Zero'. "Old man, if you look up from your laptop, you will know who is standing before you." Abel responded. Lionel took his eyes off his screen, and looked at Abel for the first time since they both stood in front of him. His eyes widened a bit, as he instantly recognized Abel. Lionel stood up from his office chair. "Abel Oliz." Lionel slowly said. "You have decided to Join us." He walked towards Abel and placed his right hand on Abel's left shoulder. "Welcome to Horizon Zero."

His tone was hard and heavy and filled with fire. “Yes, Executor Belynn,” said his assistant. “We’ve got a Reborn somewhere in our roster right? Give her cutting edge everything - armor, weapons, meds. Have her go for the ape the moment she’s able. Tell her to pound it deep into the sand. Then prep an intel package against Szereth. Time to crush his margins to nothing.”

The initials 'JG' and 'SL' gave it away—Jeffrey had set up the fireworks just for Sophie. Just like clockwork, Sophie sent me a video bragging about it. [Listen up, Jeffrey made this show for me and me alone. So what if you were childhood friends? So what if you're pregnant? He doesn't love you. [I guess your wedding isn't such a big deal. In the end, it's me he loves.] Then, a message from someone with a black profile picture popped up on my screen. I smirked at their words. Tonight was going to be the last blast for those two.

"The humans took me from the Lowlands. They killed my father because he was a Weaver, and they kept me because I have his eyes. I can see the ley lines. That’s how they’re finding the Siphon. They’re using me as a dowsing rod." I straightened slowly, my eyes narrowing. A human who could see the pulse of the earth was a rare find and a dangerous one. "And why tell me this? I’m the monster your nurses warned you about." Elara took a step forward, the moonlight catching the tears she was clearly too exhausted to shed. "Because they’re going to kill me once they find it. I’m expendable biological waste. I’ll give you everything. The patrol schedules, the blast radius of their seismic charges, th

Their first-ever conversation crossed his mind. Renai averted her gaze toward the ground, hoping he would now leave her alone but instead, Zebian smiled and began unknotting the rope. She hissed and winced when the rough string detached from her skin, unveiling raging red blotches branding her skin around her arms and stomach. Renai’s shoulders slumped, her eyes closed as blood circulations resumed their route down her seized veins. Zebian observed her sighing in relief.

Two of the rebels step forward to grab me. The last thing they see is the pavement, as Caleb lands on them, smashing their faces down to the ground. Caleb is in his werewolf form, massive and deadly. Standing in front of me, he’s ready to protect me. The three remaining rebels take an unsteady step backwards and glance at each other. Yet, just when I think they might run, they make a coordinated attack, jumping forward together. Caleb, furious as he is, lashes out in one large sweep, knocking all of the rebels clean off their feet. When he struts forward to finish them off, I dash toward him and grab one of his massive arms with mine.

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

“We Brits should’ve done in all you bloody Highlanders when we ’ad the chance.” Murtagh growled. “Ye daft—” “Would you two idiots swear like some fucking American cowboys for once? Christ,” Rebel swore. He had their attention again now. Solomon’s finger was already on the trigger, as was Rebel’s. Rebel’s grip tightened in threat. “Last chance,” he warned. “Your ol’ antidote will die with me, Rebely.” At the moment, Rebel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d originally intended to do this without Solomon, so why the hell did it matter? He’d protect Lily for as long as it took and find another way. He’d made a mistake coming here.