Rebels Zeb Orrelios Novels & Stories

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.”

“We will.” Moments later, Adonis rejoined the others. His golden gaze swept over them, burning with purpose. “No more funerals,” he declared. “No more of our blood spilled in the dirt. It’s time we burn Vera’s world to ash.” Silas rose, gripping his staff with white knuckles. “And I’ll stand with you. Marais gave me strength. Now I’ll use it.” Jonah’s young voice rang out, steady and fierce. “We all will.” One by one, the rebels echoed him, their voices building into a war chant.

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

She was, after all, one of the people nobody should mess with at school. Just like his mother, Mira Mogan, Cole Hill had a great sense of justice. In her past life, they did not really meet at school since Evely did not attend classes often. But when they did meet when they were older, their interactions were always bad. This boy would grow up to be a very snotty adult with hero tendencies. Since Evely was a villain, then he was her “nemesis”. He unknowingly helped her surrogate mother teach Evely a lesson by believing the lies Eileen Hunt fed him.

When he glanced up at Zeke, he let out a derisive scoff. Zeke sat down, his gaze unwavering. “This shouldn’t be hard for either of us. I need you to tell me everything you know.” The rogue, Reo, sat in silence, his eyes defiant. Behind his rebellious facade was a deep loyalty to his pack. Though not as skilled as Naya or Billy, Reo was certainly capable of escaping this dungeon. The only reason he hadn’t was that he and his companions had a mission—they came to find Naya.

“I’ve been discussing solutions to our problem with the council, and they suggested something that I am not in favor of, but it’s something that can work.” “And this something involves me?” He nodded. “Exactly. We need the Rebels as allies. We need their extra strength if we’re going to take on both the Snakes and the Mezcals.” “How can I help? You know I’d do anything for the club,” I said. He made a pained face. “Don’t say that.” “It’s the truth. You’ve never asked a thing of me, but I’ve gotten so much from you all.” “Please,” he said, holding his hands up, “stop. Listen to me.” He put his cigar out. “The leader of the Rebels, his name is Jetter. You know this story?”

Naming felt less like drowning. ‎His lip twitched, almost like a smile, but tighter. “My people. A couple of guys from outside the club I trust. Guy called Taye, he’s owed me a favor since I once bailed him out of a mess with a dealer. He’s clean. No loyalties to Marcus. He’ll help.” ‎ ‎“How many?” ‎ ‎“Enough,” he said. “Not too many. We’re not trying to start a war.” ‎

Aldric's POV The next two days pass in a bit of a blur. Despite his aversion to religion, Baron honours the rituals and celebrations to the letter of The Book. I don’t usually come here to celebrate, but this year Baron insisted that I attend. Almost all the elders are here. The only exception is Vesper, my brother. He’s an open traitor, working with the human rebellion. Baron placed a price on his head years ago, but no one can seem to find Vesper. I know exactly where he is, but I’d rather drink battery acid than tell Baron.