Novel & Cerita Special Strike Rebellion

"They cut the hardline." Kael sat beside me. He was vibrating with tension. He had ripped off his tie. His knuckles were white as he gripped the door handle. "How many men?" Kael asked. His voice was a low rumble that shook the seat. "Dorian has a team of four," I said. "But my father would not send thugs. He would send the Reapers." "Reapers?" "Private military contractors," I explained. "Genetically enhanced. Pain resistant. They are the ones who burned our house down five years ago."

"So what's it gonna be for you boys? Who is next?" They trembling in fear as they saw death with their own eyes , it was only a matter of time now when they join their Beta. For rebel was infamous for one thing and that was merciless killing, slaughtering as some may say. Instant death Smirking at them , she adjusts her cap and rotate the knife in her fingers. Let the fun begin.

The rebels were relentless. They weren’t just rebels—they were desperate. Clothed in stitched armor, wearing mismatched insignias, some limping or missing fingers. And yet—fierce. Too fierce for just a rogue group. “This isn’t normal,” Alaric muttered, blocking a heavy strike, slamming his sword through a man’s chest. “Someone’s funding them.” “Good. I need a new face to electrocute.” Lightning burst again from my palm, and this time the sky answered.

In an instant Axton fired three arrows between the group of rebels, Axton shot his arrow right at the heart of the three rebellious men whose job it was to shoot arrows in one fell swoop, aware of that, all the rebels attacked Axton except the leader of the rebellion; he just stared at his men attacking Axton. Axton took out his sword and immediately attacked the rebels who approached him first, he killed two people at once in one slash. Then three people who came up to kill him were killed because Axton swiftly and as fast as lightning had slashed his sword first so the three of them bounced off and fell down. The leader of the mob looked on in disbelief at what had just happened. Furiously

But then… ** Siddharth stood calm, watching over the calm sea, the light of the moon shimmered across the serene waves, cool breeze ruffled his hair as he puffed out the smoke His face appeared serene, just like the waves, however there was a storm well concealed within the chest of both, the sea as well as the man “Are you confident that she would come seeking my help?,” Fred asked Siddharth as he savoured a sip of his wine, he took a couple of steps and came to stand next to Siddharth, gazing at the soothing view Siddharth’s lips curled in a wicked smile. Some of Rebel’s men had contracted a rare kind of STD during one of their missions to one of the under developed country when they indul

"Alpha! The Southern pass! The humans... they didn't wait for the moon! They’re through the first gate! They have the silver cannons!" The room erupted into chaos. Rowan was already moving toward the doors, his Southern pride instantly replaced by a warrior’s instinct. Kieran grabbed his cloak, his eyes flashing a dark, terrifying red. "Malrik! Mobilize the scouts!" Kieran roared. "Rowan, get your men to the east wall! If they have silver cannons, the stronghold won't hold!" In the original Chapter Nine, the human rebellion was a series of skirmishes. This wasn't a skirmish. This was a massacre in the making.

Tarek stepped forward slightly. “This strike is not about war,” he said. “It’s about positioning.” “Control,” Mira added. I nodded. “We hit their supply routes. We weaken their stability. And we make them realize rogues are no longer an easy target.” One of the captains frowned. “And if they retaliate?” “They will.” The honesty settled heavily. “And when they do,” I continued, “we will be ready.” Lysa stepped forward then, unrolling a smaller map onto the ground.

“If they take it, they cut off the mainland. We have to hold this position until the rebel cell arrives.” The rebellion had formed faster than they expected. Humans who had resisted the initial conversion wave were organizing—small cells armed with whatever they could salvage, using fire and EMP devices scavenged from old military caches. Alex and Damian had become symbols for them: the collared pair who had survived the Matriarch, the Cradle, the temporal rifts, and now the invasion itself. A hybrid pack surged toward their building. Damian opened fire—controlled bursts dropping three before they reached the stairs. Alex joined him, the recoil sending fresh jolts through his pregnant body.

If she joined Gregon, she would eventually outgrow him. Either outcome benefited me. ** On the twelfth day, Gregon sent word. “A joint strike. Soon.” I read the message once and burned it. He was eager. His Corrupters were moving too fast, bleeding morale through excess cruelty. He believed terror would crown him before strategy had time to matter. He believed I was waiting for him. I was not. I issued new orders before dawn. Western strike routes finalized. Rebel cells were activated in three regions simultaneously. No tangible attacks, just interruptions. Missing shipments. Sabotaged bridges. Disappearing messengers.

Why is it so hard for normal people to even defend themselves? [I know right! When she threatened her to stop the stream, I thought it would end like this!] [Just because they’ve got a little cash, they think they’re untouchable!] Seeing the wave of indignation, Mira shifted gears to show her true intent—making money. “There are already a hundred and fifty thousand of you here with me. If each of you could donate something to me, it would give me the strength to keep fighting these corrupt elites!” However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through.