Rex Rebels Novels & Stories

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

I almost grimaced when Kine introduced me, but I kept quiet and played along. "Hello," I said to the glum-faced Drakkonian who was sitting in front of me and was giving me a suspicious look. In comparison to the other Drakkonians present, he had highly distinctive features. Except for the monarch, all the Drakkonians had orange eyes; his eyes were dark red. His left shoulder had more of his spiky scales. "Rednor here; this is Ruel. The second in command to the King," Rednor cocked his head away as he said, "Ruel." Pleasant to meet you, The manner in which he had said that seemed strange.

To choose what’s most important to them. The Illucian’s were no friends of mine. DeMarcus being the shady man that he was. His wife and daughter being the two that stayed away from his dealings. And his son, Danarius, quickly following in his father’s footsteps. At seventeen he already showed a great prowess and interest in the way DeMarcus ran his underground world. One we all pretended wasn’t tied to the mob or dirty dealings with whatever species would give him the most bang for his buck.

Eva’s breath caught in her throat, her body tensed, ready for whatever came next. A group of armed rebels rounded the corner, their faces obscured by masks. They were armed with blasters, their movements swift and coordinated. Ryder motioned for Eva to stay silent, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade. The rebels passed by, unaware of their presence in the shadows. Eva let out a quiet breath, relieved but still on edge.

Ryan asked. "The thing is Sir, Rebels are not exactly rogues but they do appear like rogues. According to rumors, the members are abandoned or underappreciated wolves from different packs in the world and their leader is supposedly a product of a werewolf and a wizard. They were brought together by their hatred for people in power and will gladly accept any job that relates to taking down authoritative figures in a pack. So basically, they're hired murderers who use sorcery and their strength to murder their victims," Ivan explained and a thought immediately crossed Ryan's mind.

“Not the signal. Not the child. Me.” Alex bit back another moan, pushing into the touch. “Damian—fuck—not now” “Yes now.” Damian’s fingers worked faster, stroking him while his rifle barked short bursts. “Come for me. Let the child feel who owns you.” Alex shattered shuddering against the barricade, seed spilling into his pants as the child kicked wildly. The orgasm cleared some of the fog. His aim steadied. He dropped two hybrids charging their position. The rebel cell fought beside them—twenty fighters, ragged but unbroken. Aisha, their leader, shouted orders from the other side of the barricade. “Hold the line! They’re weakening!”

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.