I Am Number Four Series Novels & Stories

"What do you mean?" "I'm smelling four." "Four?" "Yes, there are four different scents. I don't know how to explain it but they all have the same earthly scent, but something else to it. What does that mean?" "You have four mates." "Four mates? That can't be real, I have never heard of that before." Avery was in a state of panic now, which caused her to involuntarily transform back to her human form. Mr Whitetail transformed as well, trying to calm her down.

If this contract was broken, the price would be paid in blood. She felt no relief when the deal was done. Only more well concealed fear and anxiety. Amberleigh couldn’t help but think the enemy of my enemy was not a friend. It was rather another fucking enemy! And they seemed to be closing in indeed because Grayson had just laid out the fucking welcome mat. Chapter 45

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

I don't want to cause a war over a flower. As beautiful as the flower is, I didn't want it to stain its name with the blood of soldiers. I didn't want it to be the cause of destruction, nor of breaking the peace contact that was established between the four kingdoms. It is about 5:00 in the afternoon and I am still sitting here on a log looking at the beautiful tree with its flowers almost ready, I close my eyes when a strong wind blows past me, when I open my eyes there he is again the Iceman, he was looking at me, with his crown shining. His gaze caused me all the unfamiliar feeling.

“Mr. Smith! The baby is almost out of breath. We’re performing CPR… If you truly care about him, come over quickly to save him!” Hearing that, Susan’s smile deepened. “Eason, there’s no time left. Are you signing or not?” My hands trembled as I reached for the pen. Bang! The door was slammed open. My grandfather’s butler, Sam, burst in with four bodyguards dressed in black. Sam shouted, “It’s wrong! Everything is wrong!”

I expected to hear my neck crack as it hit the hard ground, but strong arms caught my fall and pressed me close to a warm body. My heart began to beat faster. “What is your name?” my eyes darted to another man approaching us, all having the same face, and I shuddered at how identical they were. Sweet goddess, quadruplets?! How was anyone supposed to tell four of them apart?! They smiled at once, and then one said, “No one ever does.” I squeaked, clamping a hand over my mouth. There was no doubt about the fact that I was mute. Words weren’t coming out from my mouth now, so how were they reading my thoughts?

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

I came back to reality with a gasp, coughing profusely as I revived. “Mariella, why the hell are you so stubborn?” Jose complained. “You'll kill yourself at this rate.” “S-Someone reach out…to Dante,” I rasped. “The pin is 9-4-4-1.” The radio crackled to life again. “Hey Dante?” Moretti said. “All ears,” Dante responded. “The pin is 9-4-4-1. I repeat 9-4-4-1.” Moretti said.

Victor continued. “Three approaches to power.” I stared. “And the winner?” The screen went black. Then one final sentence appeared. THE FINAL SUBJECT WILL DECIDE. Dylan looked confused. “Final subject?” Nathan’s face changed. “Oh no.” Everyone turned. “What?” He looked at the screen. “The project wasn’t finished.” A file opened. A fourth name appeared. Nobody spoke. Because the name was impossible. SUBJECT FOUR: DYLAN CARTER My blood ran cold. Victor’s voice whispered: “Welcome to the final stage.”