Divergent Abnegation Novels & Stories

Izra said as she smashed everything in her room. “I will get you by hook or by crook. Your body is only mine. I will not let Burak win this time.” David said devising his evil plan in mind. No one knew what was going to unfold next. ******************************** \

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

The threads flickered faintly at that. As if acknowledging. As if resisting the idea that it wasn’t the only influence anymore. Nathan exhaled slowly. “That sounds like it could go very wrong.” “It already is wrong,” I said softly. “But it’s also… new.” The network pulsed again. And this time I felt something different ripple through it. Not confusion. Not instability. But awareness of contradiction. It was noticing itself disagreeing. Not as error. But as existence. A new message formed slowly. “Internal divergence persists. Resolution not achieved.”

And if Death continues to turn, there will come a moment when I cannot see through him at all. Not because I am denied. Because he will no longer be aligned. This is not rebellion. It is divergence. And divergence, once noticed, does not resolve. It progresses.

Richard got up from where he sat and went to sit closer to Damon. They stared at each other briefly before he said, "as I said before, Ava has been abducted and it happened the night she went to The Fantasy Club. The man who abducted Ava is a Mafia boss. His name is Ace but he is mostly known as Black Scorpion. He is very dangerous and ruthless.

"We have to 'Reclaim' the 'Ancestry.' If we don't 'Liquidate' the 'Archive,' the 'Creditor' still 'Owns' the 'Source-Code' of our 'Union'." The "Sovereign-Merge" reached a "Vicious-Apex." As Dominic’s fingers "Locked" over Avery’s on the briefcase’s clasp, their "Shared-Resonance" "Shattered" the "Vantablack-Locks." This wasn't just "Curiosity"; it was a "Somatic-Reclamation." They were using the "Heat" of their "Fifty-Year-Attachment" to "Burn-Away" the "Technocracy’s-Copyright."

Because it removed the last illusion of shared grounding. Anna stopped. “…so what are we supposed to rely on?” Silence. Adrian answered after a moment. “Continuity of self.” Anna frowned. “That is not reliable.” “No,” Adrian agreed. “But it is all that remains.” Another silence. Longer this time. Then the system spoke again. But weaker. Less structured. INTERNAL DIVERGENCE STABILIZATION IN PROGRESS Anna narrowed her eyes slightly. “That sounds like damage control.” Adrian nodded faintly.

To turn proximity into erosion. And here he was, naming it anyway. “What are the parameters?” she asked. “They’ll ask for statements,” he said. “Positioning. Reflection. ‘Growth.’” Nyx snorted softly. “They’ll want remorse.” “Or divergence,” he countered. “If one of us disavows the other, they get their rupture.” “And if we don’t?” “Then they escalate.” Nyx paced once, then stopped. “They’re underestimating how visible this already is.”

He nods his head, any remorse that might of been there before was not present on his features or in his eye's as I stared into them before he turned and walk away without another word. Everyone was called to line up once again causing me to stand next to a few people I don't know, everyone around me looked like they didn't fight except a few angels that were partnered with people from other sector's. "The hunt" Vera said walking back and forth starring at all of us "only go after your partner, and if they die" she said dragging out the last word "thank you for getting rid of the weak, they are not meant to be here" she said standing proudly.

But everyone else can go fuck themselves, as far as I'm concerned. I may have gotten my even-keeled nature from my mom. But my ability to hold a grudge came from my pure-blood Irish father. Just like him, you can mess with me and I'll probably forgive you. Mess with the love of my life? That is one bridge that hasn't just been burned. Oh no. It's been torched, vaporized, and the land it was built on is as toxic as Chernobyl. There is no fixing it. Ever. That's probably why I have such a hard time with Santos still. He never went as far as the others, but he went far enough.