Rex Rebels Novels & Stories

The screen flickers, then a folder pops up. Project Genesis – Restricted Access. My stomach twists. I click it. At first, there’s nothing but code — encrypted lines that mean nothing to me. But then I see a file labeled “Reed Protocol.” Reed. Axel’s last name. My heart stutters. I open it, and a video file appears — dated five years ago. I press play. Static. Then a man’s voice. Deep. Familiar. “My name is Dr. Samuel Reed,” he says. “If you’re watching this, it means Genesis has failed. It means the subjects are awake.”

- Damon Gilbert Brown, Owner of D&D’s, House address - 13 Brown Estate, Office address - 675 Bayview lane- The message read, I just stared at the information I had in my hands, my lips stretched into a small smile, I phone beeped again and it was another message from him, -Loose my number, our business is done- I swiped away from his message and clicked on my contact, I dailed the number I wanted to call and slowly raised my phone to my ear, “Collin, I need your help,” 5:00pm … Collin parked few meters away from D&D’s, he was seated in the driver’s seat and I was seated just beside him, “Who are we waiting for?!” He asked in a whisper slowly turning to look at me, I gently took my eyes off t

“And to think they called me rebellious for still mourning him,” Selene whispers to her reflection in the water. Her eyes fill with tears. Despite the pain of losing him, Dexter has now become a beautiful memory in her life. “How could I ever forget him when he gave his life for me? How does someone just move on from that overnight?” She runs her fingers through the water, letting the pain wash over her. But the truth is, she isn’t crying for Dexter now—she’s crying for Connor.

"It's prepaid for six months. In case your ex-husband is tracking your current phone." I took it hesitantly, a chill running down my spine. I hadn't even thought about Luca tracking my phone. But it was exactly the kind of thing he would do. "Why is Dante doing all this?" I asked, looking up at Marcus. For the first time, a hint of genuine emotion crossed the man's face—something like respect, maybe even admiration. "Mr. Moretti believes in helping people who deserve better than what they've been given." It sounded rehearsed, like a company line. But there was something in his tone that made me wonder if Marcus had once been one of those people who "deserved better."

We saw that the commotion was ended and the broken pieces of that wine were removed from the front door of their house. "Let's go? The night is still young." Rebecca said as she winked at her. We left the place and headed at the nearest opened cocktail lounge that night. _______ Rebbeca's POV It felt really good to piss my father. That man, rather. I think everything that I did is something that he deserve to experience, even more than that. I wanted to do something to get even. I can feel that he deserve revenge coming from me for what he did to my mom. I will never forget it. Never will I ever forgive him either. I guess the wound will heal in my heart but it will never allow me to accept

"Who were those guys? The ones who attacked me. Are they also responsible for the attack on the Manor?" He took the jotter from me and read with a slight frown. "I'm afraid they are responsible. They call themselves the North claw pack. Dangerous and armed as fuck." North....Claw? Like literal claws? Wait a minute, bartender guy had claws, right? And why are they identifying as a pack? That's odd...never seen any gang do that. I snatched the jotter away from Carter again and began writing. "Are they some kind of rival gang?" He read it and sighed, as if contemplating something.

Naia Baniaga: So, I know that we haven’t talked in forever, but I feel that the reunion this coming summer is a great opportunity for us to rekindle our friendships! Odell Lumaban: Hear, hear! Logan dela Vega: We were thinking we could have a reunion of our own before the actual reunion with the ‘rents. Batangas sound any good? Jacob Ocampo: I’m in! Jared Ocampo: Sure Felicity Bautista: No fights though, right? Naia Baniaga: Of course not! We’re all past that incident, aren’t we? Zoe Torres: Idk. ARE we?

"But when the time comes, I want to be the one who cuts his disgusting jackfruit seed." Maybe her words were harsh. But to Damien, somehow it sounded quite cute. Maybe because Alexis used harsh words to vampires. Even though Damien is a vampire, his hatred for vampires exceeds any feelings in his heart. So, he feels happy when he hears someone cursing at the vampire in front of his face. After a few moments of observing the situation, Damien signaled to Reinhard who was ready with his sniper rifle from a few minutes ago, while the rest of the rebel forces were ready in their positions.

Three hundred Nulls stood on the other, breathing in staccato gasps. A divided house. My stomach twisted—iron knots pulling tighter. "You think they are weak?" I asked the Rogue. I pointed to the Nulls. "They have no fur," the Rogue spat. "No claws. They break." "They have fingers," I corrected. "And they have aim." I signaled Rax. The rebel leader stepped forward. He pulled a tarp off a pile of jagged weapons. They were composed of pipes, wires, and canisters of glowing blue fluid.

"A split crescent is older. Rebellion iconography. It hasn't been used publicly in over a century." "Jax," I say, before I can stop myself. "He's part of a rebel group. Selene mentioned it once, joking, like it wasn't serious." Riven's head snaps toward me. "You think the rebellion took them?" "I think somebody wants it to look that way," Lucien says, tilting his head. "Which is almost worse. If this is real rebellion work, we're dealing with people angry enough to hurt them for a cause. If it's staged, we're dealing with someone smart enough to make the Council look guilty either way."