Song Of Rebellion Novels & Stories

**** Note: Song*- Homesick by Dua Lipa

"I know, It's just I also wanted to taste some freedom. And you might hear that the ships are safer on the harbor but that is not their place, right? And I also desire to do something in my life. To face risk and do something which makes others proud of me. You also know how Mr. Sinha and Sameer used to call me good for nothing. I wanted to prove to the world that I am also worthy of Sabnis's family" Shanaya said with tears in her eyes. In her previous life, she is very helpless when seeing her family's downfall. She understands her family's good thoughts for her. But it is not the best. The struggle is ultimate for every living being. The only thing you can do is choose which struggle you w

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

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. If anyone could help her, it was them. "I need your help," Karen said, stepping towards the rebels. "I need to get out of here and find a way to fight back." The rebel leader smiled. "You've come to the right place, little wolf. We'll help you. But first, you need to prove yourself. You need to show us that you're willing to fight for what you believe in." Karen nodded, feeling a sense of determination fill her. She would do whatever it takes to win her freedom and shape her destiny.

He pulled out a pocketknife, pressed his fingertips firmly against the stone, and began trying to carve into the smooth surface while murmuring, "Rach, I'm so sorry. I know you hate it when strangers touch you, so I'm going to carve your tombstone myself." But no matter how hard he pressed, the blade wouldn't leave a single scratch on the stone because I was standing firmly in front of it, blocking him. Noticing his failure, I let out a sigh of relief. I could see exactly what he wanted to carve. "My Beloved Wife, Rachel Marsh." But I refused to have my name tied to his ever again. Charlie tried over and over, but every attempt was utterly futile. Fresh tears flooded his eyes. His voice trem

"What’s wrong?" "Nothing." I pressed my face against his chest. "I just think this is good." Half a month later, the Moretti family’s crisis exploded. The South Dock project suffered a cash-flow breakdown, and a federal task force stepped in. Celeste tried to flee to Miami with members of the Vale family, but Adrian stopped her at the private airport himself. She broke down on the spot and sobbed that she only wanted to prove she was not worse than me. Ledgers don’t become clean because someone cries over them.

The flames at the Root surged, racing outwards like wild rivers. --- At the Sanctuary, rebels and resistance fighters screamed as the Choir overtook them. Some clawed their eyes, others wept without knowing why. But then, the air shifted. The sky, once red with grief, began to lighten. The notes of Isabella’s song reached them. Kellen, leader of the East Watch, stood tall. “She’s fighting back,” he whispered. Drums began to beat—resistance drums. The people rallied, their weapons glowing faintly in response to Isabella’s energy.

Raw and quiet and vulnerable. The Choir faltered. Their song cracked. The deer returned. The spirits wept. The lake shimmered. And Saris watched from afar, fury blooming in her throat. The rebellion hadn't won. But they hadn’t broken.