Romans & histoires Vader Rebels

Six men in black surrounded us, silenced pistols raised. Damon moved like lightning, shoving Bianca behind him. His other hand went to his waist, only to find the holster empty. For the first time, I saw shock on his face. "Looking for this, Damon Vitale?" the leader's voice was a low growl. He held up Damon's gun. I knew that voice. Viktor. Old man Kozlov's son. The East Side's biggest psycho. Damon’s gaze snapped to Bianca, his eyes sharp with suspicion and cold fury.

"Hard to believe, right? But yes. He not only broke a wolf's arm but nearly crippled him permanently." "Who was it?" "Connor Redwood. And William Winters. And that beta enforcer who drives for the Redwoods." Ethan whistled softly. "All of them? At once?" "And then Richard and Lucas Silverstone with a dozen enforcers afterward," I added, unable to keep a hint of pride from my voice. "Florian handled them all without breaking a sweat." Ethan sat back, processing this information. "How serious is this?" "Serious enough that he shared his phone password with her."

Thadeous wasn't smart enough to figure out that while he made us all study and pushed us to the breaking point creating Child genius assassins. We were all better trained and more intelligent than he would ever be. He thought his brood of morons could contain us, but they did what we allowed, and he knew it deep down we ran things. What could go wrong? What an idiot. I can't believe it was Victoria who killed him. She was a poison expert, but they said her wolf tore out his throat. The thing is, she hates killing. She would rather endure pain than hurt anyone. She had said her wolf had forced the shift and killed him, so maybe it wasn't her at all. I had yet to see her wolf. She still prefer

“Vader Darth, as in-” “Yeah, as in Darth Vader.” I answer. “The twins biological father was a huge fan of star wars. He actually knew a lot of cool stuff about movies, props and special effects. The only problem with him was he was a mean drunk with a wild streak that couldn't stay out of trouble. Anyways, she named him Vader Darth for Star Wars. Valentina was named after his latina grandmother and Marie just sounded pretty, I guess.”

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

They trained all the time, and I've never heard of anyone winning a fight against them. Probably because the rest of their pack included witches and warlocks, vampires, dragons, and even a few demons. It wasn't smart to cross them. They wielded a great deal of power, and Eva was the only child of Reese and Kiara Branson, who were the Alpha and Luna there. Anyone who dared to go against them never won. Changing the narrative from being part of her kidnapping to the pack that rescued her was for the best. No one would ever know what actually happened as long as I was careful.

Zayne snarled, gripping the hilt of the dagger like it was Pyro's neck he was squeezing. "The rebels aren't a group of sane men, Zayne. We're all mad. Only a madman can stand against the parliamentarians." Pyro chuckled, but it was more psychotic than humorous. "To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels."

“But I have everything I need, there’s nothing more to wish for!” “Just wish for something, Damon!” Daphne snapped playfully hitting my head, and our parent bursted out in a small laughter. The laughter and excitement in the cozy living room instantly turned into terror as the door was forced open with a loud crash. Armed men stormed into the house, their faces covered, their weapons drawn, and their voices filled with menace. The leader of the armed men sneered at our father, "You think you’re an hero right, you want to ruin DMW? Try doing that from your graves." He yelled as he pointed his gun to father’s head and cocked it.

“Goodbye, Mom. I think my old self just said that I love you.” Tears of anger fell on Aryadi's cheeks who were now hugging her adopted daughter's body. He will do whatever it takes to get rid of that devil, whatever. If the price he had to pay was Barbara's death, he wouldn't care. He would rather watch his granddaughter die in peace than be under the control of such a devil. Aryadi swallowed the lump in his throat and got up and lifted Linda's body. His feet steadily stepped out of the ward. There was no time to mourn, not when Barbara and her controllers lived with chaos at their fingertips.

He made fun of me when he talked to me, which made me angry right away. Not me, but he was here to ask for help. If he doesn't watch what he says, I could easily stop working with the military. I hope he got what I meant. "So why don't you use your Victor Squad? They are the best flyers and they can keep an eye on these valleys from the sky," I suggest and if anything, this pissed him off visibly even more. Ardolf sat next to me the whole time and listened to us talk in silence. I could feel him getting tenseer by the second, which made sense. Lucian was using all his Lycan powers to make sure that I'd give in but I wasn't going to give it.