The Rebel King Novels & Stories

I do too. “The things she said…” I start to ask. Wade looks grim for a moment. “The rebels have their roots in deep here.” “They’ve been brainwashed,” Caleb says. Wade and Scott glance at each other. Caleb notices. “What is it?” “Forgive me,” Scott says, “but some of… the King’s policies have never been particularly popular here. Life is tough in towns like these. They feel as if the King has forgotten about them. The rebels moved in easily.”

The guards and bodyguard exchanged intense glances, their faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The royal bodyguard's voice took on a note of urgency, "Speak quickly, young man, what news do you bring from the city square? What of the king and our royal family?" The mourner's words spilled forth in a rush, "Rebellion, Saheb! A stranger, a charlatan, has appeared, slaughtering our people without mercy. The king, our lord, has fallen under this imposter's sway, as have the queens, princesses, and princes. They are all... entranced."

Everyone grasped what was happening—including Alpha Connor. Despite his wounds, the king grinned from ear to ear. Connor hated that smug smile, knowing exactly what it meant. His sister was his mate. Damn it! "Kaelan and I need to talk to you, brother," Clarisse says gently, trying to break the ice. She walks around his desk and kisses his cheek. "Oh, so now you're on a first-name basis?" "Of course, we are mates," the king replies brusquely, taking a seat across from him. "She will soon be my queen, my equal—there is no reason for absurd formalities between us."

"You're quite popular around here, you know." I scoffed. "The only place my fame blooms in, is Greenville and it's for a bad cause." I answered dryly. "Greenville might know you as the son of a traitor but outside Greenville, you're known as The Rebellious Alpha." He replied and immediately some of his friends looked back at us. "I'm no Alpha, Gabriel." "Well you are, you do have Alpha blood running through your veins and of course, you're the only man who challenged Alpha Jason's position." Gabriel explained. "So technically, you're the rebellious Alpha."

‎Still. ‎Unfamiliar. ‎ ‎And wearing the burning sun symbol. ‎ ‎The new leader. ‎ ‎ ‎

said king Eskander . " .........yes.......Why ? " said Kiara . " A lot of things have happened and I could not go back . Now , I am the leader of the rebels and my family has become the enemies of my people . A king bears the shoulder of the whole country and the people of its clan . " said king Eskander . " But.......what about your family ? Do you know how worried they have been for you ? You are now alive which is all the better . We can go back and you can tell the others that you survived safely . " said Kiara confused .

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill my own grandson.” “You tried to Kill your granddaughter,” I remind him. Reynolds shakes his head, “Only to make room for the true Kings. She is sitting on your throne.” “No my sister is Queen. I am no King,” I declare. “Then allow me to make you a king,” Reynolds smiles. “No, you are coming to receive your punishment for rebellion,” I hear my team. “That is where you are wrong boy,” Reynolds smirks and I hear a gunshot from far off before feeling the bullet. “Take him with us, hurry the Lycans are coming.”

Tom cursed to himself, sneering as he looked back into his memories, “Duke Osborn was a bastard! He always acted so lovingly towards his brother, but he only did it so no one would notice he was spying on the king! He said King Dean didn't deserve to be king, but did he deserve it? He was a general who led the army against the vampires, and he contributed to the prosperity of the kingdom, but it was King Dean who ruled the kingdom and supported those endeavors. Without the king's support, he could not have won.” Tom shook his head, “His mate would have still died…” Arthur’s heart lurched, “His mate died?” Tom nodded, gravely, “In childbirth. The loss of his mate coupled with his ambitions li

The one person who, against all odds and evidence, still saw a king worth fighting for. The rebellion had failed to break him. It had only succeeded in making him more dangerous. The clock was ticking, and Anton Rogers had nothing left to lose. -----

They didn't look like liberators; they looked like executioners who had finally found their god. "Put the rifles down!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the cracked obsidian walls. I stepped in front of Dante, my wings unfurling to their full, jagged span. The "Obsidian-Gold" in my feathers was flickering, dying out, replaced by a dull, smoky grey as the Void-Hybrid in my womb continued to drain my reserves. "He is your King’s father! He is the reason the sky didn't fall!" The lead rebel, a man whose face was a jagged map of thermal burns and Lagos-scars, didn't lower his "Anti-Matter" rifle. His eyes were fixed on Dante—or what was left of him.