Rebels Zeb Orrelios Novelas e Histórias

"The men who fall in love with you don't let go easily." I turned to face him. "Including you?" "Including me," he nodded seriously. "Never." Three months later, we were in Las Vegas. The MGM Grand. A high-stakes negotiation was happening tonight. Control over the East Coast arms smuggling routes. A two-hundred-million-dollar deal. Leo and I were there representing the Russian syndicate. "Who's our competition?" I asked the hotel manager. "The Vitale family." My fingers twitched. A year. I thought I'd never have to hear that name again.

"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

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.

Before I got a chance to say more, a knock on the door startled me. I immediately let go of the strand of her hair and stood up from the chair. I marched over to the door and opened it with a swift yank to reveal Orion, wearing a panicked expression on his face. As I opened my mouth to ask what he wanted, he said; "We know who the leader of the new rebels is."

His body went limp almost at once, his eyes still open, staring into nothing. I didn't feel anything as I see him disappear. No relief, no satisfaction. Just sheer knowledge that it was over. At last. Rebel had won and I had kept her safe as promised to her father.

When the men are ahead and are out of earshot, I sidle up close to Jossie and ask, “Who are they? How did they know what happened?” “I’m afraid I can’t answer question number two, mainly because I don’t know either,” she admits. “But you should know, those men are not ordinary.” Hendrik raises an eyebrow. “Are they Supernaturals?” “Worse.” Jossie smirks. “They’re rebels from Corrin, and we’re going to make this revolution happen. * * * * * *

They could easily handle the Artemia team without breaking a sweat, but it seems as if they do not even care about a priceless treasure like the moon crystal which aroused his interest in them. Soran plans to hide in the Rebelliad team’s cargo carriage before showing himself once they left the red plateau. He plans to discuss an exchange with the leading person of the Rebelliad team, and if his intuition to them is right, then everything might go well. Soran’s body melded into the darkness as he slowly approached the table next to the bed. He did not even let out a light breath as his fingers gently opened the wooden box as his hands moved faster than the wind to take out the fist-sized moon

Kaelen Draven. Her heart clenched so fiercely it nearly brought her to her knees. Darian’s words echoed in her ears—He has betrayed you. She wanted to deny it still, but the proof burned before her in a thousand torches carried by soldiers sworn to bring down her claim. A knock sounded behind her. Orren Kaelith entered, his broad frame filling the doorway, his armor dusted with frost. His expression was grim. “The outer villages have risen,” Orren said. “The people believe Kaelen fights for them—that he carries the torch of justice against a crown they think corrupted.” His gaze lingered on Serenya’s face. “They call it the Rebel’s Torch.”

“We know that he executed high healers that were in werewolves' favor. If we assume that you are a threat to him because of your abilities then we just need to figure out why. From the way you healed me, I can tell that you are more powerful than any high healer we have seen before.” “Hmm..” Eldora nods absently. “What about Ezra? The things he said?” “I’m keeping it in mind.” I drop the biscuit I’ve been twirling. “For now, the only thing powering Orion is the people around him. If you can separate him from Ezekiel, Noroya, Phineas and the believers, then I’m sure we can take him down.” “Leave Ezekiel to me.” Her voice is accompanied by a low growl. “I’m sure we can get help from Elio, my d