Novel & Cerita Rebels Zeb Orrelios

“You’re delusional. Zadyre is a better leader than you could ever be.” Orlando’s eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly masked it with a cruel smirk. “Do you really know who Zadyre is Brielle? The things he has done, the sins he has committed? He is not the man who you think he is. And soon, neither will anyone else.” “What are you even saying?” I asked, my heart was beating widely against my chest as I tried to understand what his words meant. Orlando leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “We’re going to take everything from him, Brielle. His supporters, the ones who believe in him, all of them are going to go down with him and he would have nothing even your child

I say. “ Your people are my people, Hera.” Zero says and I frown with disgust. “ That cringe, isn't it?” Zero asks, laughing awkwardly. I don't say anything, just glare at him. “ Do you know the person who replaced your contact?” I ask,a nagging feeling creeping up my spine. “ Roman West. But he is commonly known as Zeus. He was known for going after cartels and dismantling drug trafficking here in Chicago before he disappeared. He is only resurfacing now and I have a bad feeling about it.” Zero explains.

What sort of incident should this be called? Joseph had always been a problem. Having him as a Beta wasn't ideal. I never liked Joseph. I had despised him. If one could reject my Beta, I would have rejected him a long time but I couldn't because the moon goddess chose him as my assistant. If I had my way, I would personally see to his beheading or assassination.

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.

"What are you really trying to say? Don't give me any weird bullshit. I'm fucking tired right now." The man smiled widely. "What I want to say is that I found someone suitable as the leader position for our rebel group." Caskey, who had closed his eyes while leaning back in his chair, now opened his eyes spontaneously. "What?!" They are a group of rebels. However, until now, they have implemented a leaderless system. But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group.

CALEB : How about we make it fun, the one to get the most kills wins ZINO : I’m in DAVID : Let’s get going ELISHA : Victory is assured… ( in an otherworldly voice) CALEB : A little surprise for everyone…. Low level creation : gift package [ weaponry ] The other apostles charge into combat and the battle began in earnest; Caleb drops down in the midst of the undead and unleashes his guns on them, loaded with bullets bathed in divine energy the bullets cut down the undead with relative ease, he places the gun in the mouth of an undead and presses the trigger gunning down not only that undead but a couple others that were behind him, he knocks down another that tries to grab him and shoots it b

he says abruptly On the roof top, I hear the helipad sound as we climb the staircase leading to the roof top I didn't even realize that they had a place for landing but that's not even the subject matter right now so Jelena focus I scold my self We step out and the wind from the blade blows breeze strong enough to push me back then I feel the Aaron's hand on my waist guiding me to the staircase leading to the pad “Sir, here at your things” someone says appearing beside us “Are they for both of us?” I yell into Aaron's ear because the loud noise from the pad is too much “No, we would get yours later” he says and then the door shuts behind us and before minutes we are up in the air

"But your judgment is compromised. You threw yourself in front of a firing squad for a man who tried to blow you up. You are reckless." "I am alive!" I shouted. Stepping into his personal space. I had to crane my neck to look him in the eye. "And I am the Tether. If you go into a nest of rebels without me and the Rot hits, you're dead. Is that the plan? Suicide by stupidity?" "The plan is to keep you breathing!" Barzil roared back. The sound vibrated in my chest. He was angry. Good. I was angry too. My blood heated.

He owed me more than just loyalty—he owed me his life. Then there was Rue, a sniper who had once worked under Lazaro before defecting. She had a bullet scar from one of Rafael’s men and no love left for either of them. Emil brought in Arvin and Miko—quiet, surgical minds who knew explosives like the backs of their hands. But the real surprise came when one of Matteo’s own cousins stepped forward. Caleb. A Monteverde by blood. A ghost by choice. We hadn’t even known he was still alive.

Is Carla part of the same plan? Before her countless questions can be answered, several of the renegades attack the wolves guarding Selene. Sorem growls in fury, but the wound that covers nearly his entire back is severe, and his strength is almost gone. Selene's guardians, Alexia and Clarisse's wolves, are at a great disadvantage against all the renegades, and Carrie feels guilty for having broken their protection, which led to this war now unfolding. If things continue at this pace, Augusto will succeed in his mission and finally kill his own nephew, destroying the pack, just as he’s desired for many years.