Tron: Uprising Characters の小説・ストーリー

He did much to Yona’s dismay. “You better shut your filthy mouth, before I fuck you up so bad you have to go see Sarek.” He growled, his feet sliding apart, taunting her into making the first move. Sarek, the youngest of the three, was a formidable fighter who much preferred learning the art of healing and medicine from Yona. Castor had passed much of his knowledge down and as such Yona had taught several humans and Nephilim alike over the years. Sarek was the smallest of the kids, with long black hair, golden eyes and light gray/blue wings he resembled his great grandfather the most. A thing I was oddly happy about, it was almost like I had a piece of that asshole with me still.

Why can’t they work hard for their own food and money? Liam kills the engine of the black four-wheel drive and scrolls down his window, signalling for Helios to do the same. We came in separate vehicles; myself with Hunter and Liam in one car and Helios with the other two boys; Connor and Happy John in another. Seeing as Hunter only brought a few of us, I’m guessing he must be confident in taking down the man who opposed his ascension a few weeks ago. “You ready?” Hunter asks, looking at me. I give him a brief nod and he takes my hand in his. I am momentarily taken aback by the touch of his hand. His skin feels warm against my icy cold one and I quickly lower my eyes. Why am I acting so weir

I yelled, though I knew he couldn’t hear me over the roar of the battle. ​He turned his head, his face a distorted mask of bark and bone. He didn’t look like a zealot anymore. He looked like a guardian. He wasn’t fighting for the city, and he wasn’t fighting for the Harvesters. He was fighting for the “True Heir.” He was protecting the womb of the world, even if it meant destroying everything on the surface. ​“Thorne, the ships!” Winnie’s voice suddenly echoed in my mind, a telepathic shout that felt like a splash of cold water. “They are charging the primary beam! They are going to level the crater! Get out of there!”

“What you saw the other night was a council between Tristan, our leader, and Spader, leader of Lunacy, the sports-centric Society and our rivals. It didn’t end well, as you’re aware.” I touch my throat. “Yes. Tristan is your leader?” “Undoubtedly. He formed the Underground when he was 14.” “Wow. That’s impressive.” “It is. We protect each other. We might all be freaks, but as most of us are the children of alphas or betas, we’re physically strong, and with Tris and Fleming’s help, we all became good fighters. Me, Thorne, Dominic, and Tristan of course are all alpha wolves. We settle most disputes in the fighting ring. For when a council doesn’t work.”

The Titan scanned the perimeter. It was the ultimate "Guy Nod" energy, transcending gender and dimension. They didn't need to discuss their feelings. They didn't need to ask why they loved the chaos agents in the other room. They knew. They were the Anchors. The Vesperas were the Storms. And without the Anchor, the Storm would destroy itself. The Disturbance. The library door slammed open. Oryn (Modern Oryn) burst in. He was out of breath. He looked terrified.

She had no intention of throwing her life away. "Travis, come with me!" she urged Travis. She cared for him deeply—his strength, his character—they were rare virtues in this end-of-days world. Travis refused outright. "Gunnr has just absorbed Constantine and Rupert's abilities. He's a beast-type; assimilation takes time. This is the perfect moment to strike. Miss it, and there won't be another chance."

’ Austin agreed. ‘And so are Enzo and David. Because they are your sons. Colton will have competent men behind him. But let’s not worry about them now. Because tonight I want to thank you for being the best Beta and Gamma.’ His tone changed before he ordered us. ‘Rise up from the ground.’ My forehead creased, but I followed his words and did as he was told. Atlas and Black stood up, and we looked at Zero as he slowly sank to the earth, lowering his head until his snout touched the ground.

I growl as I pull my shirt off and drop my pants to shift, not fully convinced I will get over what has been taken away from us tonight. Aaron and I head to the front lines of the fight. I don’t know what I was expecting but I wasn’t expecting it to be this intense. Aaron said it had only been going on for a few minutes earlier, but it seems like almost a full out war out here. Right as we get up to the front lines, I tear through a rouges throat tossing him to the side. Looking around for Triton, Tristan’s wolf. Tristan, what are we looking at? How many?

His little trump cards, and at the same time a headache. Lonter was the only Supreme stage vampire in their clan, not counting Lord Tantario himself. A narcissistic, arrogant skeptic - that’s what could be said about him. Tristan guessed that Lonter had arrived in his lands and joined them only because he hoped to receive the title of lord - Head of the clan. But Tantario held power in a firm fist. Lonter had to be content with the place of second assistant - after William - which hardly suited the arrogant aristocrat. But I still had to serve.

Brandon. THE END✨