Romans & histoires Vader Rebels

Ryan asked. "The thing is Sir, Rebels are not exactly rogues but they do appear like rogues. According to rumors, the members are abandoned or underappreciated wolves from different packs in the world and their leader is supposedly a product of a werewolf and a wizard. They were brought together by their hatred for people in power and will gladly accept any job that relates to taking down authoritative figures in a pack. So basically, they're hired murderers who use sorcery and their strength to murder their victims," Ivan explained and a thought immediately crossed Ryan's mind.

) He can't possibly refuse assistance that will aid him in obtaining his vengeance. Verena smiled to herself as she crossed her arms and leaned back on her seat, contemplating the next step for the rebellion. (That's right. The twins are convincing the rest of the Vad clan to rebel at the moment since this was the day where they won't be any imperial guards around their area.) - [Vad Clan Territory] "I'm sure everyone else was thinking the same thing!" The Vad Clan had gathered in the center, where Ethan stood with his head held high and his confidence overwhelming.

SCARLET (EVE SANCHEZ)POV "I can assure you Mr Black that you won't regret working with us... As you already know, we are the best in this field, and despite having so many other franchises, we are still at the top of the charts, once you give your approval for this project, we will not only own the chart but the returns will be used for the betterment of the country" I explained with a smile on my face. Mr Black smiled. "A lot of people want that land that you are after Scarlet Antonio Rivera... And you are so young... "

GIDEON’S POV “Many called him the Slayer, some even believed him to be a god in the skin of a mortal, but only now do we see that Cassian Nightingis is no god. He is the servant of the devil himself—a monster.” The man who seemed to be the leader of the gathering stood on a podium, and pack members were gathered around him, all eager to hear ‘the truth.’ The group of Rebels gathered called themselves ‘The Seekers’, I’d been getting some news about them years before now, but ever since Rosalia’s death they’d not only grown stronger, but also fearless—fearless enough that they could hold a meeting like this one under broad daylight.

But I was losing hope already, I could only watch as they were all busy stripping off the shield from his damaged body. You promised me...I fucking love you... "...my queen..." It wasn't until Maven was in front of me then I realize, that he was calling me to assist him. "He promised...he fucking promised me..." my body shook with great sadness, which was slowly fading when Sabina touched my hand. I could see that she was absorbing my sadness. She was suddenly teary, but she nodded to Maven. "My queen, please follow me." I slowly got up when I felt nothing, my sadness was gone but nothing else was replacing it. It was just an empty feeling on nothingness.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

In the depths of despair, a resistance coalesced, its members bound together by a shared determination to defy the tyranny of the hybrid and his malevolent consort. And so, amidst the chaos and despair, the stage was set for a final confrontation—a battle that would determine the fate of not just the world, but the very soul of the hybrid himself. For in the crucible of conflict, truths long buried would be laid bare, and redemption would beckon to those willing to heed its call.

We came to a halt in a cloud of steam and "Lead-Dust." I kicked the hatch open, my wings unfurling, glowing with a radioactive violet light that cut through the smog. I stepped out, carrying Dante over my shoulder, my "Void-Lead" skin shimmering like armor. But the refinery wasn't empty. Standing in a circle around the wreckage were the "Mother’s Shadows"—the rebels I had been looking for a very long time. But they weren't holding out their hands in welcome. They were holding "Void-Cannons," and their leader—a woman who looked exactly like my mother, Elena, but twenty years older—stepped forward.

, the Dodvalian said out loud. "A cabal consisting of certain humans, the Clone Hegemony, and the Midvalians are working to weaken the Confederacy, circumvent its powers, and confiscate worlds under its protection. Earth was first... others will follow. Some belong to the Dodvalian people". Doug Douglas sat bolt upright. "Can you prove that?" "Yes", the Dodvalian said grimly. "I certainly can". It took the better part of two hours to review the data that the Dodvalian had intercepted and decide what to do with it. When Xian Karrh left, Doug Douglas felt better than he had in weeks.

There is an opened report lying peacefully in front of him, and the broken wax seal of the envelope is from his hidden force that has been stationed at the underground cave headquarters in the north border of the twin valleys. His hidden force, named as the Rebel army is a five thousand troop of rogue warriors that has vowed loyalty to him. He had started to create the Rebel army when he was fifteen years old, and it is also at that time that he adopted Raval and the other five to be groomed as his own trusted second-in-commands that will solidify his own force which will lessen his troubles of governing the city when his foster father decided to hand over the position to him. And he had bee