Tris Insurgent Novels & Stories

Jessica was smiling to herself as her wolf loped through the forest on the outskirts of Springfield. She was finally out from under her parents’ thumbs and could be herself. Her parents treated her like a little girl. She was an Alpha she-wolf. At fifteen, she was more than what humans were at twenty. That was why Jessica had stolen her older sister’s driver’s license. She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two.

But Alastair gave no f*ck about it. “You sure are quite feisty, royals. Do you really think I would let any of you take my mate away?” he asked with a cold smile, sending shivers down her spine. “You don't know what you are t-thinking, prince! She's a tribrid! Her existence is forbidden! She should be dead—” she wasn't able to finish off her words when Alastair's claw penetrated her chest, squeezing her heart, and taking her life. “So noisy,” he muttered and let go of her neck. She fell lifelessly on the ground with a thud. “Ops.” He chuckled emotionlessly.

“Not necessarily. In a mob, there are too many people involved. Let’s take the case of Douglas. If we kill him, his men will take over. We will have to start from the bottom again - track them down, find out their missions, spy on them and then take the necessary action. By this time, we’d have caused more damage already. Which is why we wait until we get access to their roots. “In Douglas’ case, it took me two years to earn his trust. He trusts me blindly now - almost. This way, I can find his roots, his main target, his processes and his men involved. Once I find that one thing that will shatter his power, that will be it. Ultimately, that’s what we aim for.” I arched my brows in question,

“Down dog. I am offering my help.” I look at him quizzically as he casually leans against a tree with his arms crossed. He has dark jeans on with a plain black tee shirt and black leather jacket. The stranger has thick black hair and brown eyes. He eerily looks like Ryan and I notice Isaac immediately bends down on one knee like he is addressing royalty or something. “Who are you?” I get more annoyed as the stranger smirks and tells Isaac to stand as if he vexed with my question. “My name is Tristan. I’m Ryan’s brother.”

It was probably Seth or Adelaide who set her up with a room, and made sure she was safe. “Do you mind bringing this in for her? I have something to discuss with these two before I go in,” I say, handing Inez the jar of blood. She takes it, tilting her head, “is this blood?” “Yes.” “This is a weird place,” she says, walking into the room and closing the doors behind her. I turn and face the guys, “Isaac Merrill has betrayed us. I believe that he, three coven leaders, and possibly the three council members currently running Shade City, are working with Cassandra.”

"I am sorry. I am just very desperate for help...I really appreciate it.If you say...we believe you..Thank you ! Really!" "Close the door after you" Came her reply as she ignores them after that, cleaning the table and pouring the water into the tumbler. Not bothering to give them another glance. Rosie was not very sure if they could trust her, but then whom can they trust now. The girl was their last resort. The only hope to reach Rebel. The infamous wolf who is known to stand for justice. The only figure who stands for the support of women above everything. The protector of who they called the 'weaker half if not better'