Characters In I Am Number Four Novels & Stories

He dropped to the ground, then onto his face, a hole in his back. Lewis looked at Tom in shock. “You… did you just… shoot the general?” “I… guess so,” Tom said, looking horrified. “You ended a monster,” I said quietly. “And he had a good point. Beta-Four is in a pretty desperate situation. They need backup. You can keep trying to take me down, or you can go and help them. Which will it be?” “Um… I…” “Get the hell back there and help them!” Forty ordered them sharply.

One move of his, everyone in the studio gasped, did the young master had his eye on number four? Although number four did not have number one's attractive figure and number two's feminine look, yet she was pure and charming. She was highly educated, and she worked at a big foreign company as a public relations manager. She never heard about Zachary, when she saw Zachary throwing a wink at her and bringing the roses up, her heart was racing, thump thump. Yvonne met number four in private before, not to mention that her appearance was Zachary’s cup of tea, but Yvonne disliked her.

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets? All of them? So she had all four Alphas wrapped around her finger? Was she that greedy?

"We gotta get you to bed." She takes the trash can from my hand, helping Christana lift me up before Alek intervenes, taking me from their arms. "It's alright. I've got her," he reassures them. Through my hazy vision, I catch sight of five men approaching from the house. It reminds me of a cool superhero movie. And of course, dead center, my hero, my savior, Master Efrem Mustafin. He's so hot... I'm mesmerized, captivated, paralyzed—struck by Cupid's arrow.

“Jaxon.” The fourth one lingered back a step, arms crossed, eyes like storm clouds locked on mine. He didn’t touch me, didn’t need to. His low rumble carried anyway. “Rafe.” The names rolled over me like thunder. My wolf whimpered, tail curled high, desperate. My throat was dry, words scraping raw as I finally forced them out. “…Evelynn.” All four of them smiled. Different smiles - Calder’s slow and claiming, Maddox’s hungry, Jaxon’s wicked, Rafe’s unreadable. But every one of them made my stomach twist tighter.

I had to know it, the sooner the better! Four cleared his throat. “You might have figured out why we were called numbers, right?” I nodded to affirm his suspicion. “Okay so. I am Four. That is Eight, the one you attacked before,” he pointed to a buff guy on his right. “Then that’s Six, Nine, Five and Two,” he said, pointing to the rest of the group. “And you are?” “Eleven,” I simply uttered. “What time is it?” I asked without thinking, I was beginning to feel agitated, talking like there was time to spare.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

My teeth gritted and my hands were formed into fists. Does that mean... Number 4 was a human? He wasn't an alien, that's why it was easy for the soldier to kill him. He was named number 4 by these bunch of heartless creatures and he was killed because of a nonsense reason! I failed to protect a fellow human being who was killed in front of my very eyes. I bit my lower lip. I suddenly tasted a blood because of how hard I bit it. I wanna kill these creatures. I wanna crush them with my own hands. I wanna-

For the first time. Its golden towers seemed less beautiful. Less perfect. More tragic. A prison built from love and fear. Suddenly, another presence emerged. Then another. Then another. Three figures stepped through the second crack. The remaining creators. The other members of the Four. The universe trembled. Nova immediately understood why. Each one radiated unimaginable power. A woman with silver flames for hair. A giant wrapped in living constellations. A hooded figure whose face constantly shifted between countless possibilities. The Four were complete.

The sky was a flat, dull grey, like a screen that had been turned off but was still glowing with static. "Kaima?" I spun around. Standing in the middle of a street made of torn-up book pages was a man. He looked like Rowan, but his face was half-finished. One of his eyes was a beautiful, hazel spark of life. The other was just a rough pencil sketch—an empty circle with a dot in the middle. "Rowan?" I whispered, my heart breaking at the sight of him. "I'm not your Rowan," the man said. His voice sounded like it was being played on a broken record player. "I’m **Draft Four**. I was the version of him that was 'Too Angry.' They deleted me in the first week of production."