Special Strike Rebellion Novels & Stories

She was older, but she moved like she was way younger, she was silent, efficient, deadly. Eira stirred within me, already rising close to the surface. “Let me help,” she whispered, her voice calm but ready. “Let me run.” I gave her more control. Not fully — not yet — but enough to heighten my strength, my speed. Enough to let my instincts guide me. We darted across the lower levels of the town, staying behind buildings and slipping through alleyways. Our small strike team, eight rebels, all Moirea, all trusted, followed without a word. Everyone knew their role. Everyone knew what was at stake.

“Selene is back. Azaria lies trapped in silence while the woman who tried to kill her feeds off the very spark that keeps her alive. You all saw the sky. You all felt it.” No one moved. No one interrupted. “So here is what I will say,” I continued. “Join us or stay out of our way. There will be no neutral ground. Not this time.” I looked toward the northern window, where the moon still glowed blood-red. “I’m forming a strike force,” I announced. “Fast. Unconventional. Built for infiltration and annihilation. The old laws don’t apply to us.” I could feel the shift in the room. Fear. Uncertainty. And something else.

The high-ranking officers were lined up in front of me. “Can you explain to me what the hell happened? How is it possible that those idiots got into the pack?” I roared, slamming my fist on the table so hard it creaked. “My Alpha... we were changing the guard when they took us by surprise,” stammered one of the men. “They attacked us with strange devices, sir! We didn't even see them coming,” added another. “Devices?” A look of disbelief formed on my lips. I was informed that the rebels were carrying technology that made them stronger and faster, something that should not exist in the hands of rebels.

asked a member of the shadow army. "What else? Kill them! Ten seconds have passed, so you don't need to hesitate anymore," he replied coldly, and all the shadow troops immediately moved towards the rebels below. Seeing the shadow troops attacking, half of the rebel troops attacked the shadow troops. Because they had to maintain their formation, they sacrificed themselves to strengthen the formation from within.

“Old ravine territory. They didn’t cover their trail well.” Arrogant. They thought kidnapping a defenseless woman would slow me down. It only sealed their fate. “Form strike groups,” I ordered through the link. “Fast and lethal. No mercy for those who resist. Anyone who touched her dies.” A chorus of agreement thundered back at me.

They were the hunters. The strategy discussions were detailed, each move carefully planned to strike at the heart of the Council’s hold over the land. The Frostfang rebels, despite their numbers being smaller than the Council’s elite forces, had the advantage of knowledge, of terrain, and the element of surprise. Sera listened closely, absorbing every word, every strategy. She knew that her role wasn’t just to stay on the sidelines. She had a part to play. The mark on her shoulder wasn’t just a symbol; it was her weapon.

"In Ark One, kill everyone living below Level Three, and in Ark Three, everyone above the third floor. Anyone who resists, kill them. Anyone who joins us will be protected. "Wipe these damn tyrants out." The moment Hayley finished speaking, the leadership compounds across the three bases were breached. For years, the ordinary residents had lived under oppression. Now, the rebellion had begun. When they heard the slogans spreading through the chaos, more and more people picked up weapons. In Ark Two, Leena charged forward as a fire orb burned in her palms. "Ruth," she shouted, her voice shaking with fury, "I'm avenging you today!"

A mirror? “Wake up,” the girl said, vanishing. “You don’t have much time.” Maddox moved faster than expected. A faction loyal to him ambushed the supply line two nights later. Wolves were killed. The healer’s mate among them. Grief lit a fire in the camp. Emily stood over the graves and spoke with steel in her voice. “We will mourn. But we will not break.” She turned to Alexander. “It’s time.” Plans were redrawn. Paths into Maddox’s stronghold mapped. The rebellion would begin with a targeted strike to free those imprisoned unjustly and spread word of the prophecy’s return.

“They reduce the strength deliberately.” Vanessa’s arms moved fast over her telecel smartphone , however she shook her head. “No signal. They’ve jammed the connection.” “What will we do now?” I asked, my voice trembling. Ethan stepped towards me, his expression hard. “We put together for the worst. They understand where we are.” The First Strike Minutes felt like hours as we moved via the secure house, barricading doorways and windows. Vanessa labored furiously to reboot her machine with a backup strength source, however her development became slow.

But I wanted to do it, it was either that or stalk and murder anyone who dared to come close to her. It was insane. I was insane but I couldn't stop those dark thoughts from winning over... The strike of horse whips against my back at the rehab center crashed through my memory making it difficult to breathe... The smell of blood, of charred flesh... I was hyperventilating... I couldn't breathe. A soft touch on my skin had my gaze jerking to those of Scarlet and just seeing her face brought me back to reality, but I was still so out of it, that I almost didn't hear what she said.