Special Strike Rebellion Novels & Stories

Adrian shouts as he runs towards Alberto and start punching him I look at the blood that seems to not stop "ADRIAN!!" Jason shouts as he runs in separating Adrian from the nearly unconscious Alberto "Dont let your anger control you , Take care of Skylar first we'll deal with him"Jason says as he grabs Alberto "She was pregnant.. I killed the baby" Alberto says showing his bloody teeth Adrians eyes widen as he looks at me he immediately runs to me picking me up and lifting me bridal style. Adrian practically runs with me in his arms. I look at the bloody scene dead bodies everywhere but most of them are the enemies

“Adina, your food is delicious. No wonder Cairnstan is known as the Food Heaven. I’ve gained five kilograms even though I’ve only stayed here for two days…” Karl jabbered while he ate his food. While Karl was prattling away, Adina heard a series of explosions from the television, and the news report instantly caught her attention. “There was strife in the southeast of Hestia Border at four o’clock in the afternoon today. Dozens of members from the Rebellious Party created a commotion and injured many civilians… Terry North led his special forces and arrived on the scene in time to stop the war. However, the Rebellious Party brought along explosives. As a result, Terry was wounded by the shra

I anxiously tried to stop them, but Jared suddenly snatched Larry's baton and smashed it on me, knocking me to the ground. He was seething with rage. "No wonder…it's the same in the past—you two are in this together, trying to deceive me!" I was shocked to realize that Jared was also reborn. No wonder he had insisted that I was lying on the phone despite not asking for his help this time. But as blood poured out from my body, my head began to spin, and I could barely speak. All I could do was lie there, struggling weakly. Jared took in a deep breath and clamped his hand tightly on my wrist. "Do you know what the consequences of hurting the daughter of the Spencer family are?

said doctor Emre with a sneaky smile as he presented the view of the place where the rebels lived . Kiara looked around and started to see the conditions in which the rebels lived . In comparison to the nobles and other clans , the rebels lived like the ancient humans who hadn't fully developed technology yet . They looked like a population coming from the years 1298 , 1400 . Kiara stared at a poor person who had been sitting all day with a hat in front of him , waiting for someone to throw some money . She turned her eyes on the corner of a street and saw some little boys bullying a younger boy .

Stillness broken only by the crackle of dying fires and the low, hollow sounds of survivors searching through ruins for something — anything — that had not burned. I handed the child to one of our medics and kept walking. If I stopped moving, I would start feeling. And if I started feeling, I might forget to be king. “They moved fast,” Celeste said quietly beside me. Her voice was steady, but her hands were clenched at her sides. “Too fast for a full army. This was a strike unit.” “Shock force,” I agreed. “Meant to terrify.” “They succeeded.” A man stumbled toward us from the remains of what had been a stable. His beard was singed. One sleeve was dark with blood that wasn’t fresh.

The sixteen allies, united by the common thread of freedom, huddled in secrecy, far from the prying eyes of Athena's enforcers. Maximus, his eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve, took charge of the impromptu war council. "We cannot afford to underestimate Bastian and his soldiers. Our survival hinges on outsmarting them at every turn," he declared, his voice a low murmur carrying the weight of rebellion. The rebels, a diverse group with different backgrounds and skills, listened intently. Among them were former gladiators, skilled artisans, and even a few who possessed knowledge of the wilderness – a formidable blend of talents that Maximus sought to harness.

"If we're going to talk, which would be a better alternative than you staring at me, you need to help me figure out our next strike." Strike two, Eva. Strike two. Strike one had the effect I foresaw it would have. It managed to cause riots in the whole country. There have been reports of the Council fanatics and the rebels clashing in most parts of the country. The rebels have seen an influx of recruits unlike ever before. The video is also in the top three most-watched videos in the world. This was only after a few days. The numbers were expected to skyrocket to number one in a week. My reputation began to grow amongst the rebels, and many of them were starting to accept me. John had inform

Compact and slanted, written quickly on a strip of paper that would not survive contact with water. Rebellion ready. Avery has forces positioned outside. Need three more weeks. Keep Sierra alive through semi-finals. The final fight is our window. Below that: Phoenix. Three weeks. Three more fights between now and the window the rebellion had spent years building toward. An eternity measured in the number of things that could go wrong between a Tuesday afternoon in a cell block and the moment everything either worked or it did not. Ryder read the note once more, then worked it between his fingers until nothing remained that could be read, and let the pieces fall.

"On your terms. Fine. But it can't take too long. The rites must be done within the moon cycle. If we fail the rites, the dishonor will poison the family." The way he mentioned the word 'dishonor' didn't sound like a plea. It was doctrine. And doctrine bites more deeply than any grudge I've sued the law for. I should have thrown him out earlier. My men knew how to handle rabble. They'd tried to stop him when he barreled through the front, leaving footprints that looked obscene on my marble and he had beaten two of them in a brawl before I walked out and ordered my men to stand down. Something about him suggested that violence wasn't the point; the point was the message he carried.

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”