Four In The Divergent Series Novels & Stories

Daniel said the fourth child wasn't merely descended from the bloodline. He had been modified. The modification wasn't random. It appeared to have been designed to interact with the original succession system. My father looked at the screen. He said the child had been created to become a bridge between the successors and the system itself. I asked whether that meant he could control everything. Daniel shook his head. He said something much worse. The fourth child could potentially erase the entire system. That was why Arthur wanted him. If Arthur could control the fourth child, he could permanently alter the succession structure and create a system that nobody could challenge.

How many of them have you tied up? Brody: That is a lot to unpack. Y do u need to know? Me: It's probably not my business, but it keeps pinging around in my head. I can't stop thinking about it. Those three little dots pop up then go away. They pop up again. I knew it would give him too much time to think about the answer if I texted him the question! Dammit. Brody: In order, Zero. Zero. 4, while I was learning the technique.

RAVEN The compound was busy, but my mind was busier. Having four mates—soon to be five—was a blessing, but it was also a puzzle. Each of them needed something different. Dominic needed respect. Jax needed peace. Cole needed attention. Merek needed connection. I sat in the kitchen, watching the steam rise from my tea. I felt the bonds in my chest. They were like four colored strings, all pulling in different directions. If I didn't balance them, someone was going to feel left behind.

And now Marcus, offering himself up like a foregone conclusion, like the only reasonable ending to a story he's been quietly writing since I was twelve years old. Any other week, I'd laugh at the idea that I have this problem. Four men, all wanting something that looks like me and mostly isn't. It doesn't feel like a good problem. It feels like standing in the middle of four different roads, and every single one of them leads somewhere I'm not sure I chose. I think about what Theo said in the parking lot. Precise men don't leave a thirty-day deadline without knowing exactly how someone smart enough could get around the parts that don't work.

On either side of Valen stands the two sets of twins, the elder set, Cohen and Arden, and the younger set on the right, Draven and Hayden. The four alphas of the four packs, summer, autumn, winter and spring. The four newish alphas. It wasn’t just the autumn pack that fell that day, there were the other two, so many lives lost, so much bloodshed up until that point, one family succeeded in a way that none of the others had even contemplated. Draven runs his hand through his shoulder-length blonde hair as he sighs, his dull face is filled with scorn and indifference, his amber eyes look a touch darker than his three other siblings, covered with a layer of gloom.

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?

That word felt wrong in this place. Choice inside a system designed to remove it. But he continued. “Leave this layer behind and reset into isolation.” A pause. “Or remain and dismantle what comes next.” Alessandre tightened his grip slightly. “What comes next.” The Founder’s expression shifted slightly. Something like acknowledgment. “Iteration Four.” Silence. Then Ophelia spoke. “And if we refuse both.” A pause. The Founder looked at them. “Then you cease to exist in all iterations.” That was the final truth.

A truce has been called. “One is four. Four is one. Chosen and gifted they shall be. Once they unite, all shall be free. Peace on Earth, through the powers they each have been gifted. Wolf is she, wizard is he, hybrid she will be, vampire he shall be, and she shall be human. Four is one and one is four,” I mutter. My vision again shifts, and I see a warped speed version of the lives of four individuals. I see the will of the Gods. I return to my body and see my sisters looking at me with a curious expression on their faces.

"This is the full prophecy. The part your grandfather found was only the first stanza. Here's the rest: Three born of Alpha blood divine Shall walk the path of shadow's line But beware the Fourth who walks alone Born of sacrifice and stone For when the Four are finally found And gathered on the sacred ground The choice will come, the path will split Light or darkness, which will fit? If raised apart, in fear and pain The world will burn in their domain If raised together, strong and true A golden age will come anew" Ivy stared at the document. "A fourth child? That's impossible. I had triplets." "Did you?" Nadia asked softly. "Or did you have quadruplets, and one was hidden from you?"

A new alert illuminated: PHASE FOUR ACTIVE Bellion cursed. “No. No, not now...” “What is Phase Four?” I demanded. His fingers danced across the keys, but I could already see it on his face. Worse than Phase Three. Worse than the serum operatives we had encountered. “Phase Four is what occurs when you cease trying to control the virus,” he explained. “And begin permitting it to choose.” “Choose what?” Bellion met my gaze. “Hosts.” **Sophia**