Song Of Rebellion Novels & Stories

Vega would not go down without a fight, but for the first time in a long while, a different kind of music threaded the air: not the sting of panic or the hiss of rubber but a melody that declared, quietly and irreversibly, that she would be heard on her own terms. The war had turned public, and Adrian’s strikes were cutting deep, but they did not bind her. They freed the beginning of a song that would not only be a chronicle of survival but, he hoped, fiercely, an anthem.

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

I stood as a testament of what they had tried to erase. To later generations, they would label that night an uprising, labelling me a monster, the crack in the order that held the moon. They would whisper my name as a curse, a warning to anyone who tries to defy the authority they had so carefully crafted. Through it all, as I stood tall in the wreckage of their certainty, one truth rang clear through my mind, even clearer that the howls that were now being torn from my chest: I was never a curse and I was never cursed, but instead made a correction for all to see and somewhere deep inside of me I was convinced that this was only the beginning.

But here, in its unrefined and untainted state, it wasn't a curse of the mind; it was a symphony of the blood. ​The entire Exodus pack gathered in the central courtyard, a natural amphitheater of pale stone that we had carved to face the open sky. For the first time since we had tumbled through the Bridge, there were no frantic briefings, no tactical maps of the Aegis patrols, and no talk of the "Hive." There was only the Song. It started as a wordless, guttural vibration in the back of Killian’s throat and spread like a wildfire until fifty voices were harmonizing with the mountain itself.

The cold night air in the Frostfang enclave felt different now. It was no longer filled with uncertainty or fear, but with the heavy weight of resolve. Every single person in the camp was preparing for something larger than themselves, something that would change the course of history. The rebellion had a purpose now—a clear goal, a path that would either end in victory or destruction.

I despised such a lowly self, but I had to survive for the sake of the four-month-old child in my belly. "Kill her! Daniel!" Jenny growled in a shrill voice. The six-inch knife in Daniel's hand reflected his hesitant face. Astonishingly, he was seriously considering whether to kill me and our child. My heart broke into pieces while staring at his handsome face. Daniel, my beloved husband, the man I insisted on marrying at the cost of rejecting The Lycan King's engagement, was inadvertently discovered by me to be the leader of the Rebel Army. The Rebel Army is a brutal band consisting of rogues. They rebelled against the Lycan King's rule, abused innocent residents, plundered property, and di

Molly mumbled. She was really depressed and the only way to end it all was to end her useless life. Her father too doesn't think about her happiness, he even said it today that he's not proud of her. So why live and be reminded of the shame everyday? "Goodbye to this wicked world. It's the harshness of the earth that makes an infant die at birth or after experiencing a tiny bit its cruelty…" Molly said her last prayer and took the risk… *** Sophia heard a voice calling her name, but she didn't want to listen. She ran farther away from the voice and deeper into the desert she's wandering around.

‘Now, no need to hide these scars anymore’ I thought as I tore down my almost burnt cotton sweater. I took one last at Nona grave and left. Thank you, Nona. I will miss you… and I will catch those bastards who took my family and you. I went to the silent village and asked few people who were there on what happened. The people managed to tell me that there was a revolt against the visitor, Mr. Rogers and those protecting him. But the revolt backfired as the visitor sent many backup to chase the people away because he was angered by their resistance. Now, I get what Nona meant by ‘those bastards’. Since the ownership of the land has been transferred to the visitor, the village chairman was mu

“They are rebels. “All of them are rebelling! “Thomas Mayo, Johnson Hill, how amazing of you! Just wait and see!”

"To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels." "To hell with your f..king rebels. You and all the rebels can burn in f..king hell along with the f..king damned parliamentarians." He barked, pointing the top of the dagger to him. "I will never, f..king never hurt my Layla. I rather slit my own throat than hurt a strand of hair on her."