Vader Rebels Novels & Stories

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... "

"Alpha, you need to understand - these aren't just any warriors. Ryan commands respect from every fighter in the pack. The three patrol divisions that followed him represent nearly forty percent of our active combat force." Damien's hands crumpled the edges of the documents. "They wouldn't dare. They swore loyalty oaths to this pack!" "Ryan wrote in his application that..." Thomas swallowed hard, "...they cannot serve an Alpha who allows true warriors to be humiliated, lets incompetent people occupy high positions, and even... even caused the heir's death!" The last words came out in a rush, as if Thomas was afraid he'd lose courage if he spoke too slowly. Damien struggled to sit up straight

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."

before I even got the words out, this beautiful woman appeared, handing me clothes. "Thank you, Mayhem." Oliver, which I realized people called him Vader, said to this super model-looking woman. She just nodded and walked away. I slipped on the leather pants and long sleeve shirt, a kevlar vest and a gun hip holster with two guns. "I don't need weapons." "We all take them. You never know when there will be a magic dampening spell or your wolf cant protect you." "fair enough," I better listen to the experts. "Let's go get our Niece and my mate."

The baby inside kicked again, gently, as if to reassure her. Ivy closed her eyes and let tears fall. She had lost so much. The clone, the Sanctuary, the brother she thought was gone… But she still had Asher. Still had her daughter. She whispered into the dim room: “Hold on, little one. We’ll protect you. That evening, Asher and Jaxon convened with Kira and the Rebel council in a cold, steel-walled war room. Holographic maps displayed Syndicate strongholds, now shifting, reorganizing under the cover of global misinformation. Malrick’s face dominated newsfeeds—villainous yet magnetic.

“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.