Special Strike Rebellion Novels & Stories

The initials 'JG' and 'SL' gave it away—Jeffrey had set up the fireworks just for Sophie. Just like clockwork, Sophie sent me a video bragging about it. [Listen up, Jeffrey made this show for me and me alone. So what if you were childhood friends? So what if you're pregnant? He doesn't love you. [I guess your wedding isn't such a big deal. In the end, it's me he loves.] Then, a message from someone with a black profile picture popped up on my screen. I smirked at their words. Tonight was going to be the last blast for those two.

Zephyr tried to get back at me for what I said, but I had already fled together with Verona. That day, a bunch of anonymous forums started talking about what had happened today, vividly recounting the scandalous scene from beginning to end. Everyone came to a consensus that society nowadays was going on a downwards spiral. That night, I got another call from Zephyr, and I was already completely fed up with what he had done in the past, and what he just had done today. "Sir, if you don't sign the papers today, I'll make sure you wish you did!"

Eisheth's smile widens, and both Uriel and Kaelan know that can’t mean anything good. The stampede draws closer, and everyone tenses, looking in all directions. In the darkness, it’s impossible to see what’s coming—not even Uriel can sense who or what they are. Their scents and auras are strange. "I think this fight will finally be balanced," Eisheth laughs. At that precise moment, several members of the Redwood Wolves ambush the lycans, the Terrakai, and even Uriel and Serena, the celestial who had come to aid them.

“What the f-k did you wake me up so early to say?” “We sent an extraction team to your warehouse hideout, Ms Carter,” Phillip Salem said calmly. “As you knew that we would. They have not returned. Your allies at the warehouse are now considered hostile and dangerous, and as such we will be sending a larger force for the purpose of suppressing the rebels at that location.” Aislen saw Connery move, out of the corner of her eye, the rogue alpha adjusting his weight on his feet, and his eyes glowing with his wolf, preparing to fight.

The end, my end, was looming. My gaze flickered to Killan, mere inches behind me. Our eyes locked, and in that unspoken exchange, I sensed his urgent message. Without a word, he conjured small flames in his left hand, a signal that ignited the spark of rebellion against The Miss and her relentless army. "Idrish, CHARGE!" Killan's voice boomed, a battle cry that resonated through the very soul of camp Meridio.

At exactly 12 o'clock in the night, criminals gang have already surrounded the whole compound to assassinat Seilor as planned by Dansanisa, Amunsa's wife. Just as Dansanisa told them, they didn't waste much time as they turn towards the backyard of the house and found the wooden made door that wasn't that strong for them to break in. Although it's was a mere descriptions but when they saw it, it's was well clear and exactly how Dansanisa told them.

Temilade, you this brat, you think you can just come to this house and use jazz to take all our glory and surpass us, it is not possible, I will teach you a big crazy lesson, I can't be here looking at you taking my glory ", Comfort said, she raised her hand and attempted to slap me but I held her hand. I raised mine and out of anger I gave her a very mighty hot slap unto her face that echoed the kitchen, the marks clearly show. To be continued.... . Kvngdanoxoxo

When the men are ahead and are out of earshot, I sidle up close to Jossie and ask, “Who are they? How did they know what happened?” “I’m afraid I can’t answer question number two, mainly because I don’t know either,” she admits. “But you should know, those men are not ordinary.” Hendrik raises an eyebrow. “Are they Supernaturals?” “Worse.” Jossie smirks. “They’re rebels from Corrin, and we’re going to make this revolution happen. * * * * * *

It patriotism. Synchronization: 35%(x5). New skill acquired [Callum's Knight Swordsmanship]. I continued my strategy of overwhelming them with Killing Intent and then stunning them until only one was left. "You side with the rebels and take noble life," said the Shi. He sounded young. "Noble life," I said. " Setting fire to an Armoury in the dead of night is noble?" "It's a rebel's den!"

“No. Not yet. You stay here and recover.” “I’m stronger than you think, remember?” Junie whispered, but her hand drifted protectively to her belly. The rebels gathered their weapons—blades, guns, and powers sharpened for war. Adonis traced his finger across the map, his voice low. “We strike at nightfall—or what passes for nightfall in that underground lair. Cassian’s death will have shaken them. They’ll be disorganized.” Rio’s golden eyes burned like fire. “And we burn them all.”