Divergent Fanfiction Tris And Four นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He pulled me closer, his lips pressing against my forehead. Then we face him together, he said. The three of us. And you. The three of us, I repeated. You, Theron, Lysander. And me. The Triad Bond hummed between us, connecting us all. I felt Theron in the next room, his sleep restless, his wolf pacing. I felt Lysander, calm and watchful, his eyes closed but his mind alert. They love you too, Cassian said. You know that. I know.

Fours tone growled out as he didn't let his eyes meet mine once as his hand pushed me towards the bedroom door. I opened my mouth to object to his orders, I wasn't going to let him speak to me like I was a child plus I'm pretty sure he will thank me later for not causing internal damage to Dylan. He was acting if it wasn't any of my business but Four murdering his brother over one stupid bloody kiss that I can barley even remember was my business. "I kissed him!" I exclaimed as Dylan's wincing started to become louder until Fours back in a quick movement swerved around his deep blue eyes now fully disappeared replaced by bright cold gold ones eventually meet mine.

I was sweating profusely as the incantations intensified. I tried opening my eyes to know what was happening but my eyes were heavy. My lips weren't any different also, as it felt like it was being sealed by an invisible force. "Tris!!" I called out to the only person I could. Even though I can't say the words out loud I could still call her through our communication link. "Goodbye, Fiona," Tris' response came faintly. "No!! Tris! No! I called out desperately in my mind trying to reach her, but the more I screamed the more I could feel her slipping away. "I'm sorry Tris! I don't want you to go, please come back! Tris!!"

“Well, it’s not an easy process, but that’s mostly because you almost never see someone’s true nature until you’re in the middle of trying to divorce them.” Lovely. “That much I can believe.” “It’s not just that. Our divorce lasted longer than Tris has been alive. It was a long five years.” “Wait, what? Five years? She’s only four!” My eyes widen in wild surprise. Derek shrugs, seeming over how that time made him feel. “Let’s just say a weekend snowed in, and a lot of alcohol was involved.” The snort I make comes out so fast that I’m surprised by its entrance. I cover my mouth and keep my blue eyes wide against Derek’s neutral face.

I asked gently, ignoring the burning glare his sister shot me, as if saying Don’t say my brother’s name again, or I will bite you. “That Alpha… we met during dinner yesterday. Tri-Tris… what was his name?” He frowned. “He’s the one who broke my nose.” My heart dropped. “Oh, moon!” Tristan. Why? Why again? Why was he chasing people away from me like a wild wolf that had lost its mind? I hadn’t even begged Tyler properly after Tristan’s madness yesterday. And now he went and broke the man’s nose? Was he trying to kill him? For what? What did Tyler even do? How did they meet again this morning?

Around its warm embrace, the family sits united once more, their spirits buoyed by the miracle that has brought me back to them. With a tender smile, I reach out to my mates, intertwining my fingers with theirs in a gesture of profound connection. “We may have been separated by death,” I begin, my voice a gentle caress on the night breeze. “But our love has always transcended such boundaries. It has endured the test of time, growing stronger with each passing day, until it became an unbreakable bond that not even death could sever.” Levi, Adrian, and Blake feel a warmth spreading through their intertwined hands, a sensation of completeness and peace that fills the void that was left by Savag

Chapter: 48 ******* In a grand echo through the Great Hall, the solemn declaration of rejection resonated. "I, Dirk Fairpride, reject you, Seth, Kurt, and Tricc RiverBay as my Fated mates. From this day onward, I sever all links and bindings between us."

When they did spend time together, with increased frequency they fought bitterly, saying hurtful, nasty things to each other, airing past resentments and transgressions over and over again, always with no conclusion, because there was no changing what had been done. Only a couple more weeks, Heath told himself. Only a couple more weeks, and then Aislen would return, and they could all begin to heal. The distance between the Triquetra would close once the reason for it was no longer an ongoing issue. They could focus on getting Aislen pregnant, and their plans for the future – whatever it held. F-k, he was fooling himself, and he knew it. Aislen’s return would just be the start of their troub