I Am Number Four Series Novels & Stories

"She said the number is 400, no exceptions, and to remember the rule of four?" "That's it! Oh, thank you, sweetie. You saved me a massive headache. Everything else is fine?" "Yes, Mom. Everything is totally fine." I smiled, glancing at Austin. "Perfect. I love you! Call me later!" I hung up, placing the phone on the table. "Rule of four?" I asked Austin, pulling the sheet up to my chin. "What does that mean?" He grinned, that real, genuine smile I loved. "It means if you multiply the number Brock wrote down by four and then divide it by two and add zero, you get the actual number. Brock loves secret codes. It’s exactly 400."

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I had to know it, the sooner the better! Four cleared his throat. “You might have figured out why we were called numbers, right?” I nodded to affirm his suspicion. “Okay so. I am Four. That is Eight, the one you attacked before,” he pointed to a buff guy on his right. “Then that’s Six, Nine, Five and Two,” he said, pointing to the rest of the group. “And you are?” “Eleven,” I simply uttered. “What time is it?” I asked without thinking, I was beginning to feel agitated, talking like there was time to spare.

I smile into the dark. And for the first time in four years, I sleep peacefully.

Jack snickered as of now, and afterward briskly said, "The last advance is extremely basic. I have proactively composed the right response into the live transmission room. Right now, every one individuals watching the live transmission know the response." As Jack talked, a line of words showed up in the live transmission room: The Fourth Key Number is 6. "The fourth number is additionally 6. There are such countless sixes. is the appointed authority a fallen angel?" "And afterward? What is it that the appointed authority need to do?" "No doubt, what is it that the adjudicator need to do? Have we been caught and condemned to death? What are you telling us?" Indeed, even the watchers were exce

The figure turns to another monitor showing Ava and Liam’s faces and whispers “Welcome to Phase Four.”

Her body convulsed once, twice, then exploded into dust. Gone. Just like that. The sound that came out of me wasn’t even human. I slapped my hand over my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut, but it didn’t matter. The image burned behind my eyelids—her vanishing mid-step, her clothes disintegrating before they even hit the ground. The Game Master chuckled. “Precision, my dears,” it let out. “Precision is everything.” The next name flickered. “Number 0449.” A man this time. Big, broad-shouldered, maybe in his thirties. He muttered something under his breath and stepped up.

"What is it Four?" "Well... their is a disciple out here to challenge you. He won't go away. Three is getting ready to go and kill him. She hasn't though. Since your orders were for us not to engage them." Four had a body that looked full and able already. He actually looked like a boy of 12 years old. His hair was a dark brown and his complexion reminded Ren of a Brazilian man he once knew. "What do you want us to do?" "I will take care of it. Continue training. How is the reading coming along?" Ren was curious if the boy adapted to the info well enough.

Jaxon read aloud. "When the false mother falls, the true gate wakes." Silence. Then Maddox murmured “I hate books.” Calder took the Codex from Jaxon and read the next line forming beneath it. "Four bloods. One heir. Return what was lost." The pulse under my palm kicked once. All three males froze. Then looked at me. Then at my stomach. Then at each other. “Oh no.” Jaxon murmured. “What?” I snapped. He pointed between me and the stairs. “You’re not the key, if that makes sens.”

“Finding the other half of your soul is something we look forward to our whole lives. Some people find their mates when they’re young, like us, and some people don’t find their mate for hundreds of years. We’re truly lucky. The thought that this isn’t what you want hurts.” “I’m sorry,” I say, biting my lip again. I didn’t mean to hurt them. “I’m just trying to understand. I’m not denying anybody. I have… feelings that I don’t understand. There are a lot of questions that I need answered.” “We’ll try to answer as honestly as we can,” Puma’s tone is reassuring, and his expression is kind, soft. I suppose that’s all they can do. I nod. “Okay. The next question is kind of obvious. Or maybe it’s