Soul Rebel Novels & Stories

He suffered so much living as a spirit that seemed to be forever. This was the end of his misery! No more loneliness! No more running from those evil creatures! No more surviving against the darkness! He could be free! He thought that as long as he was a ghost there might come a time when he was picked up by the grim reaper, but then they said he wasn't on their list. He used to feel so hopeless. The hope of being released from this middle world was almost gone but now it was coming back. He had thought he would be trapped forever.

The one wearing a beanie gasped, “Then putting on a face of a young man and his voice was to trick us! I’m even fifteen years older than him!” “Enough!” the bounty collector cratered his large hammer deep into the wooden floor. “I never thought you would be the first to rebel against me. Boy, remember your place.” “I only followed you because I had no use of my life only to hatred and revenge, in short you are the one I plan on killing myself knowing you and Sheik took part in killing my mother during invasion of my village thankfully my plans got easier now that one's dead.” As he spoke he removed a piece of armband from his pocket and gently wore it in his right arm with a stance— likely h

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

"What are you really trying to say? Don't give me any weird bullshit. I'm fucking tired right now." The man smiled widely. "What I want to say is that I found someone suitable as the leader position for our rebel group." Caskey, who had closed his eyes while leaning back in his chair, now opened his eyes spontaneously. "What?!" They are a group of rebels. However, until now, they have implemented a leaderless system. But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group.

Kelly chokes quietly, scared for me. "She was the rebel of our unit, couldn't follow orders, especially when it came to protecting an innocent child she gave her life to protect," I choke quietly and they both look up at me in sympathy. I smile lightly and say, "She was always cracking jokes, even when we were getting shot at. "Her birthday is tomorrow and it's also they day she gave her life to protect a child," I choke quietly as tears roll down my cheeks. "Is her grave nearby," Claire asks in sympathy, wiping my eyes.

ARE THERE SUCH THINGS AS SOUL MATES? IF THEY ARE NOT HAPPY IN ONE LIFE, THEY TRY TO BE HAPPY IN ANOTHER ONE. When I arrive in front of my house, I stand in front of it for a moment looking at it. I was hoping Jay was in my room, I was hoping to lie down next to him, to feel him close. I wanted to go back to him. But now I knew I had a purpose here. I can't do it though, I don't want to be a soul releaser because I don't feel capable. Besides, being a soul releaser means being here forever and not living again. Is that my answer? I won't live? I hope I am wrong because if so I will be devastated forever, for all eternity.

"Just like you, I want to move away from home. I've always been the least favorite daughter, but... Maybe you're not far away?" I laugh with her because she is right. Jocelyn and Anna-Lee are my two older sisters. They are our mom's precious, successful babies. Not rich, but they finished college with their degrees. And then there is Luna, Rebel's twin sister, who is eighteen, and her future looks promising. Rebel and I? Well, I'm dropping out, and Rebel... She is a goth and a troublemaker. The more my mother complains about her makeup and dark clothes, the more Rebel feels the need to wear even crazier things. So no, she is bright but not a favorite. Our mom hates it when people try to be d

Sondra had always laughed at her penchant for astrology, but right now she needed to believe that there was a cosmic reason for so much misfortune. “Yes, that must be it, that alone would explain so much chaos in my life.” The wooden bench creaked under her weight as she hugged herself, trying to find some comfort. Her dress dripped, forming a small puddle at her feet. She was so lost in her misery that she didn’t notice the approaching footsteps until a pair of Italian shoes appeared in front of her. She stared at those shoes, so perfectly polished that she could see her distorted reflection in them. Shoes that probably cost more than everything she owned in the world. With her heart in her

Three years ago, at a Sotheby's auction, Damon sent me to deal with a Russian who was becoming a problem. The man's name was Leo Volkov. When I pressed a gun to his back, he didn't flinch. He just laughed quietly and slipped this phone into my hand. He’d whispered, "A beautiful bird in a golden cage always dreams of flying. When your master breaks your wings, call me. I'll give you the sky." I thought he was crazy. Now, he was my only hope. My trembling fingers typed out a message: [I'm taking your offer. Three days. Get me the hell out of New York.]