Rebels Zeb Orrelios Novels & Stories

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.

Elisse’s small body trembled against mine, her silent tears soaking into my tunic. “It’s over, Sze,” Renejay said, taking another step into the room, his presence filling the small space. His warriors fanned out behind him, blocking any hope of escape. “Your little rebellion ends now. You belong to me. The child belongs to me. The file belongs to me.” The hopelessness was a physical weight, crushing the air from my lungs. I had fought so hard, risked everything, and I had only succeeded in making everything worse. I was a fool. A reckless, sentimental fool.

Rebecca’s hands were shaking and she sported a big smile. “You guys know how I’ve been following the entire case of our founder? Mrs Elena Windsor?” “Not Windsor, babes,” Stella her friend shook her head in exasperation but a small smile played on her lips. “She’s not married to Mr David anymore,” Rebecca’s cheeks flushed red. “True, anyways!” She commanded the attention of the room back and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Check this, she got married again,” “You’re lying. Last we heard, she was engaged to Mr David again and went by Tamara Caraballi. After the arrest, she kind of fell off the radar,” A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room.

Harper. 2:30pm … “Here,” Collin said as he stretched his IPad to me , I looked up from my laptop, closed it halfway and took his IPad from him, I stared into the screen and listened attentively as he spoke. “Damon Gilbert Brown, the woman with him, Daphne Gabriella Brown, they’re orphans, they lost their parents at age ten and had to be in foster care,” he began, “They got out of foster care at eighteen and began to struggle for themselves, their Nextdoor neighbor, Helen Smith then became their adoptive mother although she didn’t adopt them legally, they live together as mother and children now though,”

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.

Isaiah murmurs softly, head bowed. Zire seems to have been the only one to have sustained any injury, his lip cut and bleeding, a bruise already forming on his left cheekbone. I'm not surprised, he would have put up a fight, whereas Isaiah would have been smart enough to know that moments like this require more thought then to merely lash out. "Who are they?" I mouth. "Rebels, I assume," Zire replies lowly, jaw settling into a firm.

Okiro grinned sadistically. "Sounds like fun!" Benard matched his smile. "For now, we watch from the shadows and prepare an attack. An attack to wipe out these inferior races once and for all." Okiro said. "What about my mate? Abigail?" Benard asked. "Ah, yes! The Sanchez girl remains untouched. She's Pedro's price afterall and is more powerful than you think. All she needs is the right push." Okiro explained, leaving Benard to wonder what exactly he meant by the "right push".

Javier:am here to bring you news that my son Brian is back he was able to escape then I sent him to earth and also Kataros is dead Oranus:is good that your son is back,but did you say Kataros is dead? Javier:yes according to reports he had gone to a planet called sar to challenge his half brother for the throne and got captured then killed Oranus:that is good news we don't have to be afraid anymore Javier:yes but we must remember that he had a second in command named Zeno and we must be alert as he would be desperate now that his commander is dead Oranus: you are right but we have everything prepared in case of he attacks Javier:that's good,well I should be going I just came to inform you ab

“Before his core died, we only caught a single fragmented signal. An emergency signal from Zephyr sector – the flying city of the tidal rebels. You floats far in the eye of the permanent West Eye storm.” My Bastler brain immediately switched to high speed. The tidal rebels. In ancient archives of Alpha there were fragments about a fraction that the atmospheric Flows used to build a city that never stopped. “What is the problem, Orion?” I asked and touched the cold, metallic bird. “The signal contained only three words,” the counsellor said quietly, and singing the Heaven around us seemed to fall asleep for a moment. “The ice is burning.” Kael looked at me, and I saw the familiar flickering o

"We are here to make decisions on this pack's future. Caleb has put up a plan to permanently eradicate the rebels posing a danger to our land. The moment has come to terminate this uprising. Caleb commanded the room with his strong voice as he walked forward. "The order we've fought so hard to establish is undermined by these rebels. They attack our boundaries, cause havoc, and erode our internal strength. The answer is obvious. We attack first. We hit hard. We also don't leave anything behind. There was a clatter of agreement among the group, but Iris sprang up and spoke loudly. "You're discussing killing your people!" Everyone looked at her. Caleb's eyes were as keen as a dagger as he grin