Four And Tris From Divergent Novels & Stories

Suddenly a tornado was formed and everyone around us stopped and fled. I used air to disperse the tornado and when that was gone he sent rocks flying to me. I cracked them in half and sent them back to him. He fell to the ground and I cracked the earth open and took him up, holding over the crack. "How's that for weak?" I smirked and he smiled widely. I set him down and conjoined the earth to how it was before.

POV: Kairos “This was never a triangle.” Aria’s voice echoed in my head. Four. Not three. Four points. The truth hit before I could deny it. Because I felt it too. The thread. The one I buried. The one I refused to name. It pulsed now, alive and undeniable. Aria. Kael. Lyra. And me. Kael’s voice cut through the silence. “Kairos.” I didn’t look at him.

I see pain and anger in his eyes, followed by surprise. And then I fall. The world blurs. Trees and rocks rush past. The roar of the river far below rises like a monster. My heart is ice. My body is fire. Above me, on the cliff’s edge, three figures appear. Damian, Lucian and Adrian. The Alpha triplets. Their faces—no longer mocking, no longer cruel—twist with horror. “NO!” Damian’s voice rips through the air. Lucian’s hands reach out, too far to catch me.

“He made me beg for his cum. On camera. In front of the others. Told me he’d fuck me until my pussy looked like it didn’t belong to me anymore.” Sofia’s voice floated behind them. “He tied me up. Left me in the basement for three days. Told me if I screamed loud enough, someone might come touch me.” Gianna whispered, voice cold and dripping. “And I screamed. All night. No one came.” Isadora trembled. “You’re lying…” Gianna grabbed her throat. Squeezed. Just enough. “You wanna know what you are now?” She dragged her down to her knees. “You’re Number Four.”

“Thanks. I hated being mad at you.” Relief washed over me so intensely my knees felt weak because Ava, my Ava is back. Damon’s hand was instantly on my back, steadying me. We had our Triad. The Fulcrum, the Enforcer, and now, the Anchor. Three desperate beings standing in a tiny office, bound together by love and fear, with the impossible task of holding reality together.

"Let the lady choose." They all looked at me. Waiting. Four sets of eyes. Gold. Ice-blue. Red. Rainbow. Four men who wanted me. Needed me. Would do anything for me. "Together," I said. My voice stronger than I felt. "The prophecy says fourfold. Not one at a time. Together." "That's never been done," Erebus said. "Four bonds completing simultaneously? The power could destroy you." "Or it could complete me." I looked at each of them. "I trust you. All of you. So trust me."

I turn to the sound of his voice, my face becoming confused, how can he be that far away yet be tying my hands above my head as well? "Demitri?" I never thought he would join us again. "Gag the witch." Marcus's voice is soft, "She has a safe signal." I do, and I would rather be gagged until I know I won't ask questions. I feel the smile spread across my face, someone’s hand sliding down my back, his hands pushing my legs open to fasten the spreader between them. I hear things moving, and someone's grasp around my throat. After a few seconds, I realise the difference, one person clearly moving things, one person has his hand grasped around my throat, and a third, finishing up with the spreade

Four said as Tris frowned at the nickname Four gave her. " You really couldn't do any better than that Forty!" "Forty!" Four questioned "yah aren't yah!" Tris said swinging her long lashes at Four unintentionally making Four's throat go all dry. " i think we should leave!" Four said "Shouldn't you wait for Gigi to recover?"(Tris) " the longer she stays her the more damage she do to the people and herself."with that Four went inside Gigi's room. pulled her up in a bridal style and started walking out.

His world had just tilted as violently as mine. “One?” he asked carefully. I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Four.” The silence that followed was deadly. “Four Alphas?” he whispered, horror threading every syllable. I finally turned to face him. “Yes, four fucking Alphas.” Tavian dragged a hand down his face. “That’s… that’s impossible. Alphas don’t share mates. They don’t share anything.” “I am aware of that,” I snapped. “Then what does this mean?”

Tristan murmured. "What is Phase Four?" Tristan watched the ocean churn. "Phase Four," he said darkly, "is figuring out how to kill a ghost without killing the woman inside." He squeezed her hand. "And teaching you how to act like a General. Because the revolution just started." End of Chapter 24