Insurgent นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

"They’re hitting our Conceptual Integrity. They want to prove that without the Architects to define us, we are nothing but random noise." The Incursion at the Gates The first physical manifestation of the Insurgency appeared at the northern Rift. A squad of "Purifiers"—beings clad in sterile, white armor that reflected no light—stepped through. They didn't carry sticks or guns; they carried Null-Staves that emitted a low-frequency hum, neutralizing any "Glitch" energy within a fifty-foot radius. "By order of the Core-Preservation Society," their leader announced, his voice a flat, synthesized drone. "This sector is being quarantined. All non-standard entities will be returned to a Binary-Nul

Zayne snarled, gripping the hilt of the dagger like it was Pyro's neck he was squeezing. "The rebels aren't a group of sane men, Zayne. We're all mad. Only a madman can stand against the parliamentarians." Pyro chuckled, but it was more psychotic than humorous. "To join the rebels, you must be mad, and what other way to show your madness than to hurt your mate and the moon child. Just one swipe to the dagger, and you'll be part of us, the rebels."

She had red hair and her eyes were sharp and calculating eyes. Ansel cursed under his breath. “Who the hell are they?” Kaden’s expression darkened. “Revolutionaries.” I frowned, keeping my gaze on Skylar. “What?” “They call themselves ‘The Revolution.’” Kaden’s voice was low, unreadable. “A scattered army of outcasts and exiles. They fight against the rule of alphas, kings- anyone they see as oppressors.” I felt a shiver course through my veins. “And Skylar is with them?”

She pressed, there was clear confusion in his eyes. "Who the fuck is Leo?" He gritted out. Before she could approach him again, an explosion went off below them. Suddenly, the entrance of the fight club exploded with cops, people began to scatter and the fighters in the ring tried to jump over the barbed wire fencing around it. The men that were approaching Alice retreated. But there were policemen guarding every entrance, none of them were getting out. The man approached her again, before he could get to her Alice darted from the room and he followed.

But I wouldn’t cry. The door groaned open. I braced myself, but it wasn’t Acwulf. Not Mira either. It was someone new. He moved with military precision, his armor scratched and bloodstained. The wolf insignia on his shoulder had been clawed. He must be a rebel or a dead man walking. “Name’s Therin,” he said, voice low and clipped. “Don’t scream.” “I don’t scream,” I rasped. He arched a brow.

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

I replied with a smile on my face. As the moon cast its silvery glow over the landscape with us rays lighting up our path as we drew closer to my pack grounds, I found myself getting excited and amazed by Ingrid's strategic mind. Her plan to incite a rebellion among the slaves despite its current setbacks looked promising, and the idea of using their own discontent against Alpha Tristan filled with so much happiness that I could burst. “It will be really satisfying seeing the look on his face when he finds out that the people he is ruling and lording after are against him.” I said.

she whispered urgently to her mates, hoping they had been planning for this moment. Shane, Sean, Cruz, and Romeo sprang into action with a burst of coordinated energy that had been brewing beneath their tense exteriors. Shane, moving with the precision of a seasoned warrior, tackled the nearest rogue, disarming him with a swift and fluid motion that sent the rogue’s weapon clattering to the ground. His eyes blazed with determination as he delivered a quick, incapacitating blow to the rogue’s midsection, ensuring he wouldn’t rise again soon.