Rex Rebels Novels & Stories

Cole's PoV Saturday 23rd March 2019 ******************************* I'm finally back at the club after two weeks of not being able to get here. I messaged Joey but he isn't here tonight so I'll be by myself unless I can find another sub I know. I pay the taxi driver and walk around the building to the back entrance where I input the code to unlock the door. I head straight to the subs room and see that Mason and Oliver are here. "Hey!" I greet them both when I sit on the bench next to them.

He barked a laugh— actually laughed, before ripping his claws across a Corrupter’s throat. “YOU’RE LATE.” “YOU’RE WELCOME!” Another surge hit us before anything else could be said. This one came from the west. Not Corrupters. Rebels. Disciplined. Coordinated. Dangerous in a way that made my skin prickle. Revna’s forces. I had heard of them. They moved differently— no wasted motion, no frenzy. They didn’t howl or scream. They advanced in lines, breaking formation only when necessary, then snapping back into place like steel bending and straightening.

The true monsters were The Syndicate and maybe the leader of Rebel’s Creed will find a way to destroy them with my help. “Colton, what did they want you to tell me?” I pressed, not willingly to argue with him over our views. Tension fueled the atmosphere, riddled with the unknown before he announced, “Your father was the creator of Rebel’s Creed, he was the leader of the resistance.” I felt my heart drop, my breath seizing in my throat as a sickening sensation churned in my stomach. “What?” my voice a whisper as shock bolted through my nervous system.

I deadpanned and Clyde snickered, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling in his throat. “Oh, that’s Hawar being…well, Hawar.” He said just as he came to a stop a few feet before the rug. He picked up one of the bottles lying around, hitting a spoon against it which caused a sharp, clinking sound to cut through the noise. “Can I have your attention?” All eyes were on us now and the noise slowly died down. “Rebels, I’d like you to meet our newest members, Nyx and Narin.” Hoots of excitement rose into the air and we were dragged into the center of the rug. The rebels danced around us, still chanting in excitement and all I could do was smile and wave.

The five of us named ourselves the 'Rebel Gang', even though everyone else called us the 'Havoc Clan'. The team was lead by me and Dione - my best friend from our pack's Delta's family. He was a true rebel at heart and a brilliant schemer. The three other members were Helena, Rachel, and Campton. We were all brilliant fighters and disliked the hierarchy instilled upon us. "It's a perfect crime because no one will suspect us, since minors aren't even allowed to attend monthly gatherings," Dione wiggled his dark brows. "C'mon, guys, stealing that equipment's a step too far. What if they get attacked and are left with nothing to defend themselves with?" Helena shook her head. "You really wanna

Maverick POV I rubbed my shoulder and groaned. Damn, this thing’s taking longer than I expected to heal. “We can’t be here for long. We have a team meeting,” I said. Gage laughed. “It’s meant for players with all functioning limbs.” “I can still kick your ass, Ravens.” Rex took us down to the unofficial basement. It was the dungeon no one knew about. Reid, the guy we’d caught for treason was in the basement, strapped to a chair that was bolted to the ground.

After sending his picture to the entire underworld network, he then realized that Marcus was also a part of the underworld, and he even worked for someone under him. Lucas has never revealed his identity, and people knew him as Ghost. No one from the underworld knew his identity, except for his right-hand man. His phone rang a few moments later, “Boss, we have located Marcus’s hideout. There are a few warehouses around that place, and they all seem to have been occupied recently.” “He's keeping his hostages separately, but there are explosives all over the place, so it very dangerous.” Lucas’s gaze turned cold. He was not afraid of anything. Explosives and bombs had been his favorite toys wh

If I had known, I would have listened to all the instructions given to me by my dad, about all his warnings that emotion would surely lead to my downfall. Nonetheless, I knew I would survive. I would conquer Esther and all her evil villains. Then I will find a way to return to my reality and begin my investigation. As you all know, my name is Rey Reed. A fresh, scrawny, and gorgeous boy who was abducted at the age of 16 and was forced to fight In the arena where I was bred, nurtured, and developed with a harsh workout. I can't even guess where the arena ground is located, but I am sure that it is somewhere in Africa.

That time, we go to a cafe near the base called Orangeade to talk and it turns out that Mark and Dex have been creating a secret organization inside the gang called Shallow Rail. It's a rebel organization that was born inside of BlackJack, Mikael Lenox's Gang. I mean, corrupting it from the inside is easier than the outside but it also comes with a higher risk. I don't know how Dex and Mark meet but at least I believe that it's not a coincidence that I joined right at this time. Right now I feel as if God is toying with my fate. It's as if this is all planned. Even tho Dexter is my childhood friend but after what I've gone through it's kinda hard to truly believe in him some more Mark who I

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.