Novel & Cerita Sam Flynn Tron Legacy

“Samuel… you need to calm down! You’re going to burn us all!” “I don’t care!” Samuel roared, eyes molten with grief and fury. “She killed him… my mother… she dares to challenge me?” He pointed toward the sky, voice thundering. “Let the world learn fear!” Outside, the drones faltered under the onslaught. Swarms collapsed mid-flight as Samuel’s rage erupted like a volcano, molten gold slicing through steel, burning circuits, vaporizing the fleets of human weapons in seconds. Yet, the estate itself began to fracture under the sheer power. Concrete cracked, steel bent, fires spread uncontrollably. The storm of silver fire from the drones collided with Samuel’s aura, creating blasts that shook th

Samantha spat at him before whirling around again and moving towards Trinity. "And you!" She said, pointing at Trinity. "You just had to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, didn't you? After Tyler had found out, I thought- no problem, I'd just take him back to my house and have him killed. But then you called and I realised you knew too. Now, I'll have to kill you too," she confessed. Trinity's eyes widened before she all but begged the other woman to spare her life. "No! You can't kill us! Don't do this Samantha."

Samantha stopped what she was doing and leaned against him. “I saw a prophecy last night that was written down by the old man of the Gardner Family in his diary. Kayn gave me a wooden doll saying and said the person in the likeness of the doll would become the next legate of Wyvern Peak, right? A woman, specifically. I’ve found her.” “Who is it?” Samantha asked curiously. “Juno.” “J-Juno?!” Samantha became extremely shocked. Juno was the one predicted to be the next legate?

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"