Tron: Uprising Characters Novels & Stories

sat on workbenches, looking like primitive torture devices compared to the sleek tech Leo had grown up with. ​As they reached the bridge, the hum in Leo’s arm grew into a sharp, piercing staccato. ​"The terminal is over there," Leo said, pointing to a central console that was glowing with a pale, blue light. "If I can sync my Alpha-Command frequency to the mainframes, we can broadcast the Iron Trust’s data to every rogue frequency on the planet. We can start the uprising." ​He reached for the console, but a voice, cold, ancient, and overlapping, echoed through the bridge speakers.

The boy lifted his hand over Jasper’s and, for the first time, we did not look at each other as enemies but as men standing on opposite banks of a river considering a bridge. “Say your name,” I told him again. “Orion,” he said, so quiet it would have been forgivable not to hear. Ronan froze. His face went still. He had not named him that. The rune line went out. The shackle opened. The sound the forest made wasn’t sound. It was relief. The ash-eye on the ground dimmed as if tired of pretending to be a god. The cameras had nothing to sell except chaos and a woman turning into a fact.

In response to the power surging around me that felt wrong and suffocating, Noah stirred violently beneath the surface. ‘Something is coming,’ he warned, his voice tense in a way I had never heard before. And then I felt it too. Not from Clara or Antoinette but from below. The ground pulsed, subtle at first and then stronger. The markings on thr ground ignitied, the heptagon blazing with a dark, unnatural light that seemed to distort everything around it. And then, it emerged. At first, it looked like smoke but it wasn’t because smoke didn’t move like that.

The chain lock groaned under the strain. “Ma’am, please, listen to me,” he said, his voice now more urgent. “We’re not with them. We’re against them. We want to help you.” “Liar! You’re one of them! She sent you!” “She didn’t send me. My name is Marcus Thorne. I work for Ashton Knight.” “I don’t know that name! I don’t know anyone! Go away!” He made his final, fatal error. He thought using her real name would prove he was on her side, that it would build a bridge of trust.

"Every member of the Newmans has chosen their path to death. You, in particular, are the most deserving." "No…please—" Trent was terrified. As Kurt prepared to strike, two figures appeared at the doorway. The leading man was tall and imposing. He shouted in a commanding voice, "Stop!" Trent's eyes lit up in relief as he finally recognized the man, his savior. He cried out, "Lord Drayson, save me! Please, save me!" At the mention of that name, the Trumans' expression darkened. It was Charlie, the legendary first-generation divine general who had been an Earthly Immortal for decades. Even Herwig and Kurt could not match his strength.

“My pack is ready. We will fight alongside you.” All eyes turned to me. The weight of expectation settled upon my shoulders. I was no longer just the human the wolves protected. I was a Thorne, a wielder of ancient power, and they looked to me for strength, for guidance. Taking a deep breath, I met their gazes, my own fear overshadowed by a fierce resolve. “We will defend our home,” I said, my voice clear and strong, resonating with the power that now flowed within me. “We will protect our family. And we will honor the sacrifices that have been made.”

Even at five, my son has a powerful aura, one that Banari must be having a hard time ignoring. “Don’t worry, little boy. You’re coming too,” he growls. “No I’m not!” my son says, standing his ground. I’m equal parts terrified and proud when I finally get to the room and see Aspen holding my son back. Banari has Aithne in his arms, using her as a shield against the gun that Everett has raised against him. I feel the earth trying to rumble underneath me and look around to see Gaia, Avani and Merethyl’s oldest daughter, trying to make Banari stumble.

Thora told her with a look of loathing. “ A shame, truly,” Aralu said, her words drenched in sarcasm. She looked past Arai and locked eyes with Acacius. “ And what say you, handsome lad? Are you willing to fight alongside a member of a royal Ishtar house?” Acacius looked at the giant centipede and slowly nodded, activating his Ryuijin. “ You two can fight as a team. I’ll fight with Thora,” Arai said, activating her Tribal Trait. Thora grumbled as her Kumoijin replaced her normal eyes. Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked.

A knight handed me a robe that I draped around myself. I looked at the line of dead bodies of my warriors. “How many martyrs?” I asked. “We haven’t counted alpha, but as you can see…” Gamma Nash’s voice was low with respect for the ones who died. It was then my eyes went on Trent lying limp on the ground with a hole created in his chest. Tremors waved through my chest seeing him lifelessly lying on the ground. “Trent?” I mumbled, tensing my brows. “After you passed out, the fallen ultimas who looked like skeletons rose again. All of them aimed for luna and you. Knight Trent lost his life protecting luna. He fulfilled his duty as her knight,” gamma Nash said.

He placed his hand on the stone, and the symbol lit up beneath his palm. Others joined them as word spread through the settlement. Silas volunteered for the pillar connected to memory, Gideon chose the part of the network tied to obedience, and Cassel offered himself for resistance. Kael claimed instinct with enough confidence that Luna wondered if the network understood irony. Several people from the underground settlement stepped forward for the remaining positions. Then Aurora walked toward the pillar connected to shifting and pressed a paw against its base. The stone lit up. Luna smiled. "Apparently wolves are included."