Rex Rebels Novels & Stories

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

This was The Pit—an underground fight club where Aradaa had spent his nights as a scholar, betting on brawls just to feel something other than Malrec’s thumb. "Who goes there?" A shadow detached itself from the far wall. A massive man with a mechanical eye and a prosthetic arm made of salvaged truck parts stepped into the light. "Hux," Aradaa said, stepping forward. "It’s me." The big man grunted, his robotic eye whirring as it focused. "The Prince. Word is you were the one who broke the world, kid." "I’m trying to fix it," Aradaa said. A dozen survivors emerged from the shadows. These were the Low Tech rebels. They were the ones the Architect couldn't reach—people with analog hearts and zer

Trey said. “I’m Reagan. Exodus End just hired me to be their rhythm guitarist.” Sed and Jace both stared at her as if she had sprouted wings and took flight to Crazyland. “No shit?” Sed shoved his grocery sacks in Trey’s direction. “You can tell me all about it later. I need to call Jess.” Trey managed to grab the sacks before Sed released them. Sed dug his phone out of his pocket as he stomped up the bus steps. “He’s kind of a jerk,” Reagan said.

"Yeah. Let's do this." The Italian brothers were to go out of the bedroom first followed by Boo and me. As Lorenzo's hand touched the doorknob, the door flew open and a tall skinny black haired Italian man looked surprised to see us free. We pointed guns at each other. The three of us against him holding two guns with silencers. "I'm Andres. Tony's man. Let's go if you want to get out of here alive. Are you with us?" He looked at the brothers who nodded fast.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Many of them died taking their first real breaths. In just two seasons we have managed to rehabilitate about 40% of them. Our rebellion rose from those survivors. As we traveled from west to east and east to west, our numbers grew. The Luxandran nation has many sins to atone for across several continents. Combined with what remained of the Stellar Rebellion, we are a force numbering in the thousands that spans our entire world. One can now say that the sun never sets on the Solar Rebellion. My tablet is ringing. I answer. Everything is finally in place. The signal is clear.

Aric POV Adrian rushed past me and tossed a gun to Sinclair. “What the fuck?!” “I’ll explain later, Aric. Let’s go!” As soon as we reached the battle, our guards were struggling. Behind me, I see Alpha Austin and Luna Rebel. I’ve heard legends about Rebel. I’ve heard her brutal way of cutting warriors and rogues down.

Alpha Logan announces before silence, an eerie silence, fills the tension in the air. “Rebels?” I ask, my brows furrowing. Alpha Logan nods. “Rebels are rogues who are hell bent on destroying packs out of pure hatred. They despise our kind, and will find more and more ways to destroy us,” “We have tried to get information out of him for years, but his lips are sealed. And now, the rebels have gotten bolder. Only you could make him open up and—” “No,” It was barely whispered. Gasps echoed in the room, but I look at their Alpha dead in the eyes, making myself loud and clear.

Austin started growling and jumped in front of the video, “With all due respect, my mother would not joke about something this delicate. Your granddaughter was treated no better than a slave by the very Harris Lawson who told you that your daughter and grandpup had both died!” His anger is palpable. Renata smiles at her son and touches his arm. “Perhaps you would like to see your granddaughter? Her name is Rebel Lawson. She is 23 years old, which tracks with the timeline. Not to mention she is a spitting image of Sydney.” I see both Reid and Adele look at each other and my grandmother puts her hand over her mouth. I see tears forming in her eyes. “She is there with you right now?” I take a d

The sixteen allies, united by the common thread of freedom, huddled in secrecy, far from the prying eyes of Athena's enforcers. Maximus, his eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve, took charge of the impromptu war council. "We cannot afford to underestimate Bastian and his soldiers. Our survival hinges on outsmarting them at every turn," he declared, his voice a low murmur carrying the weight of rebellion. The rebels, a diverse group with different backgrounds and skills, listened intently. Among them were former gladiators, skilled artisans, and even a few who possessed knowledge of the wilderness – a formidable blend of talents that Maximus sought to harness.