Rex Rebels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And the people of such towns tightly kept within the King’s fist, people fall into line very quickly. However, as there always is a group unjustly ruling people, there are always the rebels. The rebels of this new world and enemies of the King of Crows are ones who call themselves Legion. *** Rebecca watched her brother shoulder the large gun as he prepared to leave. She clutched the rag she’d been using to wash their small stack of dirty dishes with by the valve of water shared by everyone in town. When she’d come to clean dishes, she hadn’t known she’d see her brother trying to leave with a band of rebels.

Jaguar. We rolled out in formation, heading west of Austin. The Rebels had their clubhouse there, a little piece of shit, hole-in-the-wall bar in the middle of their tiny territory. We’d been on decent terms with the Rebel MC for a few years. Back when we were slowly expanding our territory and eating up the other local clubs, the Rebels had been our only ally in the fight. But since then, the relationship had soured. They had begun competing with us, importing cheap weapons from China and even cheaper drugs from South America. We were doing the same thing, and making way more money, but they were beginning to cut into our bottom line.

“Boss searched for your information, Rebel, and there’s only one wolf who can give it to you.” Rebel nodded. “Tell me.” “Walker Solomon.” Rebel stiffened. Walker Solomon was likely the only rebel wolf on the North American continent who Rebel didn’t have under his thumb—and the one wolf he refused to deal with. The owner and proprietor of a supernatural casino near Amarillo, Texas, Solomon was a rebel werewolf and businessman. Aside from being Rebel’s only rival, Solomon was the craziest bastard Rebel had ever had the misfortune to encounter.

I rationalized quickly. Bile rose in my throat. I swallowed hard, but the bitterness stayed. "The density is too high." "Or she is gone," a voice rasped from the tunnel entrance. The sound of boots on metal—rhythmic, heavy—echoed through the cavern. We turned. Rax stood there, flanked by six of his rebels. They looked ragged, their scavenged armor coated in a thick layer of grey dust. Their weapons were raised, but their hands were shaking. Their eyes were wide, darting toward the black pool with primal terror.

"Oh, believe me. We have more. We just have it packed away at the current moment." Looking back at the kid and the taller man, I see the man put the shovel into a crate, the kid now handing him a baseball bat and the man doing the same. Now that Martin mentioned it, there are a bunch of crates in the Rebels' base, the crates reminding all too much of Rex and Rebecca. "Where is Rebecca," I ask, grabbing Martin's shoulder and a guard hitting me in the back of the head as soon as I do. Stumbling forward and screaming, I pick myself back up.

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.

Across his rusted gas tank, a brutal, unforgiving motto had been spray-painted in thick white letters: Blood on the asphalt. Dax stared at the Revers, his amber eyes narrowing as he evaluated the threat. He recognized the look of a hardened crew that had survived the apocalypse by refusing to yield to it. "Mercenaries," Captain Reyes said, stepping onto the catwalk behind us. She looked down at the chaotic army with deep suspicion. "You broadcast an open invitation, Steele. You didn't just invite the innocent. You invited killers, thieves, and opportunists. And I guarantee you, Neo-Angeles has spies mixed into that crowd."

He grabbed a second submachine gun from the wall rack and checked the chamber with a metallic clack that sounded like a death knell. ​"They’re in the lower tunnels," he growled, his eyes fixed on the security monitors. The screens showed thermal signatures—ghostly white figures emerging from the black water of the grotto. They were moving with military precision, draped in sleek rebreather gear and carrying compact, high-caliber weapons. "The Reapers. The Council’s personal cleanup crew. They don't take prisoners, Leona. They erase mistakes." ​"And we're the biggest mistake they ever made," I said, my voice surprisingly steady as I tightened the grip on the sidearm he’d given me. The adrenal

The bulky giants there were training, some were gymming, it was a huge hall with separate arenas dedicated to different activities, there was a boxing ring as well, their bodies were huge, bulky and sweaty The moment the men saw Rebel enter with a woman following in the bridal wear, they stopped doing what they were doing and stood still , watching at the woman as if she were a beautiful delicate deer being watched by a group of lions The men had all stopped doing what they were doing and began nearing her, Rebel stood at the centre, she panicked and tried to seek shelter behind him but he pulled her out and made her stand before her, making her easily accessible to the giants inching closer

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.