Special Strike Rebellion Novels & Stories

“And that love broke her.” Ari looked out across the valley. “I can’t afford to break.” Veda stood. “Then make sure the new Pact isn’t built on hope alone. Build it on truth.” The next morning, Seris’s scouts reached the forest perimeter. Her army followed. Thousands strong shifters, blood-forged beasts, and human zealots marked with silver burns across their chests. The ground shook with each step they took. Ari’s rebellion met them head-on. From the cliffs, arrows rained.

Killian's Pov~ The RazorStrip Mile buzzed with smoke and adrenaline. Engines roared like angry beasts, drowning out the cheers of the reckless crowd huddled in the shadows of an abandoned industrial zone. RazorStrip mile is brutal—lined with rusted fence, graffiti—tagged walls, and shattered glass. One wrong move, and you're roadkill. Crowds gathered in tight clusters, lightning the night with flares and headlights. Some came to race. Most came to watch the downfall. Smoke. Cheers. Money flying. The underground circuit was alive tonight—rubber burning against concrete as the crowd buzzed with anticipation.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

I'm alive. I died after I was betrayed, but now I'm back. And I'll make sure no one can hurt me again. Not my sister. Not my husband.

“That’s their commander.” Sylvester’s jaw tightened. “Let’s take them down.” The two of them charged toward the enemy commander, cutting through the ranks with ruthless efficiency. The commander turned just in time to block Sylvester’s strike, their blades clashing in a shower of sparks. Rayka circled around, aiming for an opening. But before she could strike, a sudden explosion rocked the stronghold. A section of the northern wall collapsed, sending debris raining down. “They’ve breached the wall!” Kaelin’s voice echoed through the stronghold.

"You will find out howuch stronger I've gotten since our last encounter." In this battle! Steronick thinks. I shall findwhat that feeling means and beat him! In this battle! Ovid thinks. I shall avenge parents and destroy him! Game ... Match ... Set! ... Steronick Brightblade, an elite with a bounty of forty five thousand perus fighting for truth against Commanding Officer Ovid Stronghold worth fifty thousand perus and fighting for revenge. Steronick held out both hands, a red sizzleof electricity sparks there for a while before twored daggers appear. It was an ability he had which allowed him to summon mystical daggers at will.

Then, she stood up and activated the Second Marciais Combat Form. At that moment, another rumble sounded. A powerful lightning bolt struck, destroying Rebella’s physical body.