Red Rebels Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 18 Elena gasped in shock as her body launched off the edge of the cliff and began to roll down the mountain. Tears streamed from her eyes and her screams intensified as she rolled down the mountain. With her eyes shut and her skin burning, her secrets intensified. She couldn’t break her fall, not that she had any strength to do so. Her body got hit over and over again as her forehead violently scratched different branches, her legs breaking through thick trunks, her back hitting hard rocks and her flesh being consumed by fire which didn’t seem to be reducing.

“It’s just like with the Grey Wolf warriors. Where these raids lead us never ceases to amaze me.” Rebel tipped back his Stetson as he climbed into the truck. Considering she’d spent her whole life on that godforsaken ranch and the last raid she’d participated in with the Grey Wolves had led to her being locked in a cell beside him of all unsavory people—a situation which by proxy had led to all this—he had no doubt about that.

I say hopeful at the part that were narrowing down suspects. "Exactly. Now if you look at the second segment the only noticeable thing on this guy are the black gloves and the tattoo of a sword on his forearm poking out from underneath the gloves." I can't believe he was able to notice the tattoo on his arm, because neither I or Adair were able to. "I cross matched the gloves with glove companies and only the company Rebel sells them, well used to sell them." He clarifies. "Rebel?" I ask never hearing this name before.

“But I have everything I need, there’s nothing more to wish for!” “Just wish for something, Damon!” Daphne snapped playfully hitting my head, and our parent bursted out in a small laughter. The laughter and excitement in the cozy living room instantly turned into terror as the door was forced open with a loud crash. Armed men stormed into the house, their faces covered, their weapons drawn, and their voices filled with menace. The leader of the armed men sneered at our father, "You think you’re an hero right, you want to ruin DMW? Try doing that from your graves." He yelled as he pointed his gun to father’s head and cocked it.

“I'm not scared of you, my little pretty pet. You came at the wrong time, baby, you see this masterpiece right here? It would soon be auditioning for the state's best art. So, I have to give it priority.” “Elias!” I yelled, “I'm not your pet, do not call me any other names apart from Crane.” I warned and quickly pulled out the gun from my waist band. “Swear to me that you do not like those names flowing from my tongue. The same tongue that could take your entire body to see the stars. You can't possibly kill me now, wait till I've shown you just what you deserve, then you can kill me, my sweet sugar plum. Just put the gun down.”

My bedroom was messed up and I couldn't think straight when everything was trashy around me. Colliding on a comfortable couch, l opened up the book and began reading it. The pages were coming to my hand as the glue wasn't that strong but either way, Bane did a good job fixing it. The writing inside the book were mainly stories, non-fiction, about the horrible events that happened in the eighteenth century. "Is written by someone from the Redwood bloodline," I mumbled as Isreal’s shadow appeared at the corner of my eyes. "Do you know him? Simon don?"

"I am weak now....I am dying Alex and no one will be able to save me. But with the death of Vera...Rebel should not end" His eyes widen in disbelief. My trembling hands holding his hand on the daggers grip firmly. "This day henceforth. In name of all the times we fought injustice against women." "Give you the responsibility of carrying forward this legacy of protecting women and fighting for what is right." "I Vera Red announce you to be the Rebel."

RAVEN The fight was rather exhausting . Who the fuck bring along 50 men to a fucking dinner? Not like someone would kill him though I wanted to. But looking at Aiden’s face , I probably won’t do that. “Are you alright?” I breathed , twisting my wrist . It hurts but doesn’t matter. He simply nodded once with an unchanged wide eyes and mouth hanging open . I turned , walking towards Denver who was now on his knees , begging for mercy. I smirked looking at him without pity. Why should I feel empathy for someone like him? Who knows how many lives he has ruined till now .

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

My legs were still weak, my folds wet, painfully and sinfully satisfied…but hell…arrows raining. “These rebels have no respect for romance,” I growled. “Let’s kill them first. Then kiss later,” he replied. “Try not to die naked, Your Grace.” He grinned. “You’d mourn me shirtless, admit it.” I ran toward the screams, lightning swirling around me like a jealous lover. One rebel saw me, backed up, and yelled, “It’s the red-dressed demon again!” Good. Let them fear me. Because I was done being the quiet girl. I was Abby—storm-wielding, lip-bitten, kissed-finger-fucked-under-riverlight Abby.