The Reading Rebels! Novels & Stories

"We are not fighting at all. I was just saying hi to Raphael here. He is the owner of Diamond Group... You might not know this since you're new and all but he is quite a media sensation" "Please do not assume what I do or do not know Margo. I do my research before I dive into any enterprise. I know Raphael here is a media sensation, which is why you should know better than to create a scene." She said, her eyes spitting fire even though her whole demeanor screamed calm. "I wasn't..." Margo started, but Scarlet's delicate palm thrusting forward shut her up.

“You guys are also talking about that Daniella girl.” “It’s Danica.” I corrected sharply, but the dude didn’t even seem to mind my tone. “Oh, She’s the bitch.” His brows raised, like he was somewhat impressed by this information. “I heard a savage yanked her hair straight off her head.” He said, munching on another French fry. “I’m the iconic savage.” Harper’s hand shot straight into the air, her tone drawing a few questioning glances our way. “No shit,” Ryder’s jaw dropped, “it was you?”

"Of course. You're all just a bunch of puppets being jerked around." With that, I lifted my hand and flung a glass of water at the comments. With a sharp sizzle, black smoke rose, and everything vanished. … Brandon and Laura were kicked out of Colson Manor. They could only hide in a small suburban villa on the east side of the city. Compared to their old life, it was like falling from heaven straight into the gutter.

“Not broken. Not beaten. Not alone.” ~”~ Outside the manor, plans folded like origami - delicate, precise, and deadly. And below the cold stone, Lena listened to the rebels’ footsteps in her ear. The fractured pack was rising. And soon, all the shadows would be cast to light. Lena folded her arms around her knees, curling into a small island of warmth against the relentless chill. The whispers beneath the stone were not just echoes from a distant rebellion - they were a lifeline, knitting together the frayed edges of her spirit.

I didn't want to panic but hearing that the rebels took her confirmed my fears that she was truly in danger. The rebels. The rebels were a group of witches who practiced dark magic that was banned from witchcraft. They didn't want to keep to the rule of the witches so they separated, earning their name as the rebels. They were dangerous and deadly. They killed people they came across in cold blood. The kind of sorcery they practiced was something that made people who encountered them live in fear for the rest of their lives. They were everything wrong with the supernatural realm.

If they as much as act funny, they'll get what they deserve. “Okay… let's say we believe you,” I know how skeptical Oriel is about the movement and then I noticed a very strange air emitting from Liza when the lady had mentioned Spring Pack. “Just so you know, if you try anything stupid, consider yourself gone. I mean gone.” Liza chipped in. “Can we start moving now? We don't have all day to wait here and listen to whatnot stories,” I chuckled inwardly at Oriel’s remarks. “Why not? Myself and Tony will go with them,” she was addressing her fellow ‘rogues’

Emergency broadcasts flickered intermittently, overridden by cryptic warnings: Emergency Feed (blaring, distorted): “Patient zero terminated. System collapse imminent.” At a hidden safe house on the outskirts, a small band of rebels huddled around a flickering holo - map. Names weren’t spoken aloud, but one image flashed briefly on the projection — a pale, ghostly figure, a spark of hope amidst the surrounding chaos. Rebel 1 (grim, urgent): “We can’t wait for them. If the city falls, no one survives.” Rebel 2 (nodding, resolute): “We find out what EVO really was. We stop it — before it’s too late.”

All day matty has been torturing me even hook me up to an iv with the wolfsbane and ravine mixture he likes to call the hybrid mix because he can't think of anything better I guess. Matty has been torturing me every hour to keep me from healing. My body was covered in bruises, cut and burns, I was wearing nothing but a black bloody sports bra and black bootie shorts with a black collar that has heathen wrote on it. True to his word the king was doing anything and everything to insure that everyone saw a weak defeated rebel. Little did the stupid king know that I still had alot of fight left and I'm as stubborn as hell.

Chairs were crammed in the small room inside his office and once everyone was seated, Reed began, "Thank you for coming. I'll get straight to the point. I need your help to get rid of the rebels" "I'm listening" Le Brun said, as a way of supporting him. Listening meant he was keeping an open mind and not turning him down immediately. "It's high time we rid our kingdom of those unruly wolves"

she asked as she looked to Nat, Margo and I. We all nodded and chuckled. "We, my dear bikers, are the Rebels. Maybe you've heard of us?" Sunny announced. For a split second there was complete silence. I watched as the color drained from the MC men's faces especially Bear and Viper. I was surprised that the two of them had been so quiet so far but I had a feeling that was about to change.