Rebels Zeb Orrelios Novels & Stories

Kael finally released a high level of murder intent as Orion tried attacking Seris, Orion fell to the ground coughing out blood. Immediately after, Orion felt, his hands were cuffed and his mouth sealed. A Knight dragged in Camelia who was covered with bruises next to the already chained Orion. “The leaders of the rebellion have been caught, Camelia Nepolis, and Orion Barn planned to kill the Beta.” The Knight said as the Knight slapped Camelia harshly. Warriors and Knights are already present on the training ground. Seris rolled her eyes as she saw the number of warriors and Knights that appeared out of nowhere.

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

"You’ve been building a case?" "Not a case," he said. "A testimony. I am an old, blind man with a long memory. When I stand before the council of Alphas, they cannot dismiss me as easily as they could a document. I was in the room, Senna. I know what they planned." I felt the weight of everything I had been carrying, the documents, Rhea’s notes, the merchant’s statement, suddenly become lighter. I wasn't fighting this tide by myself anymore. "I am very sorry, Maren," Orin said.

The stones still held the memory of voices, as though the earth remembered when people gathered here in celebration instead of fear. Sienna stepped forward until the moonlight poured over her like a pale baptism. Her cloak shifted, revealing the silver shimmer beneath her skin , a glow she tried and failed to suppress at times. The rebels followed the movement with unease. She didn’t blame them. She barely understood what she was becoming. “We must speak quickly,” she said. “Tell me what you’ve learned.” Jarek exchanged a tense glance with the younger rebel, then spoke. “Zane has claimed the southern border. His men are moving faster than expected. Three villages pledged loyalty to him yeste

“You’ll remember. When your soul is ready.” “That’s not an answer,” she snapped. “It’s all I can give you,” he said quietly. “But you need to know this isn’t just about you. Your rebirth shifted everything. The balance. The packs. The politics. There are people who would kill to keep the old world buried.” She let that sink in. “And what about you? What’s your role in this?” Kael turned to her, silver eyes serious. “I was your second in command. I swore an oath to protect you in this life and the next. I failed before. I won’t fail again.”

“He’s rewriting reality.” “No,” Kaelen said again. “I’m revealing it.” Out of the rift above came photos of moments in wars we fought, children with eyes like mine, ruins that weren't there anymore. An edited history. Filtered. Bleached. And in all of them, Kaelen was in the middle of the room. In those iterations, he was not a villain. He was a king. A savior. A god. Lyra’s voice came out rough. “This is propaganda.”

"But Princess Rebbie Jackson refuses to retreat back into the shadows. Ever since she emerged at the Elder Luna Queen Katherine Hale's funeral ceremonies, the official Moon Scribes have tracked her movements on the ancestral grid. The rogue packs want her head." "Rebbie wiped out every hostile rogue camp she discovered during her seasons in captivity, leaving the marking of a spaded bone blade at every slaughter site," Jone murmurs, checking the digital tactical map as it flashes with an incoming frequency. "Her execution list is longer than all her brothers' combined, yet her wolf remains completely unfazed." The communication device on the dashboard whirs to life, vibrating with Rebbie Jac

“But what the hell was that?” I glanced at the large rodent and shrugged, “It’s a Ratjaw." "A what?" He gasped, "A Ratjaw," I repeated, and began to take multiple steps towards the carcass. "They are going to be pretty common once the apocalypse starts." Harris stared at it. “That thing is going to be common?" he gasped, still clearly shocked, “How are ordinary people even going to survive that? And please don’t tell me tigers and lions are going to be mutate too.”

He shakes his head no and smiles. “I’m just a boy. My name is Leo.” He shrugs. “Well, Leo. My name is Sebastian, and I can’t tell you how happy I am that you were here to save my mate. I’m so glad you are so brave.” He shrugs again, a little embarrassed. I ruffle his sandy blond hair and stand back up, looking around. “So what’s the plan, then? Tank and I have joined the rebel cause.” I announce. “What!?” Jade says, her mouth wide open. “You and Tank? The most loyal two of the pack aside from Nickolai?”

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.