The Reading Rebels! Novels & Stories

He barked a laugh— actually laughed, before ripping his claws across a Corrupter’s throat. “YOU’RE LATE.” “YOU’RE WELCOME!” Another surge hit us before anything else could be said. This one came from the west. Not Corrupters. Rebels. Disciplined. Coordinated. Dangerous in a way that made my skin prickle. Revna’s forces. I had heard of them. They moved differently— no wasted motion, no frenzy. They didn’t howl or scream. They advanced in lines, breaking formation only when necessary, then snapping back into place like steel bending and straightening.

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.

“Let’s find these rebels and make them wish they’d never raised a hand against the Motherhood!” A cheer reverberated through the forest, one she hoped the rebels would hear, one she hoped would leave them quaking in their boots, especially that Dick 24C. When she found him, she had something for him--something he wouldn’t forget.

Her breath came in broken, panicked sobs. “Rebel, please!” Amber cried. “PLEASE!” Rebel skidded to a halt, claws carving deep trenches through the ground. The force of her stopped momentum cracked the earth beneath Amber’s bare feet, shockwaves rippling outward. Still, Amber did not move. She shook like a leaf in a storm, but she stayed there—rooted, defiant in her surrender. Behind them, Elijah snarled, white power flaring instinctively as he stepped forward, every protective instinct screaming to tear Alex apart himself—

“Repeat after me. I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.” “I pledge my life to the cause of freedom, to protect the weak, and to fight against the tyranny of the crown.” I repeated the words, feeling each one resonate within me. After we had walked for a few more minutes, the trees began to thin, and the path started to widen. I could see the outlines of small structures in the distance, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized where we were headed. The redhead turned to me, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Welcome to the rebellion.”

Alpha Logan announces before silence, an eerie silence, fills the tension in the air. “Rebels?” I ask, my brows furrowing. Alpha Logan nods. “Rebels are rogues who are hell bent on destroying packs out of pure hatred. They despise our kind, and will find more and more ways to destroy us,” “We have tried to get information out of him for years, but his lips are sealed. And now, the rebels have gotten bolder. Only you could make him open up and—” “No,” It was barely whispered. Gasps echoed in the room, but I look at their Alpha dead in the eyes, making myself loud and clear. "No,"

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

He motions for me to continue flipping each page until he finally holds his hand up, halting me. The two pages are made up of mostly dense print, except for an illustration on the top right. I run my fingers over the ink, triggering something vaguely familiar in the depths of my mind. No, not the depths...I saw this the other night. “What is it about?” I ask. “The rebellion." Roel points to a line in the book that mentions it's formation. “A dark, hideous plague of these lands that has haunted your reign since you were born.” I pull my hand back from the illustration like I've been burned.

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

What must he do to make everything as it once was? What must he do to get his mate back? "Where are you, my little rebel?" he murmurs, burying his face in his hands. His wolf is suffering just as much as he is.