Tron: Uprising Characters Novels & Stories

The two Nephilim looked at each other, then back at Cain and shook their heads. “We aren’t to let you pass” one of them, a female by her voice, replied. Cain grunted, then attempted to side step them, but they got in his way. “You can’t fight us” the other one, a male this time, intoned. “You are too weak.” “But we aren’t!” A strong voice came from one side, I turned to see Liam and Cassie striding out from behind some rocks. They broke into a run as they rushed the Nephilim.

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!”

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.

Only after listening to Corbin and seeing the whole thing unfold right in front of my eyes, I realized how much those elders started to resemble the previous Lords who destroyed the nation more than the Mad King could have done alone. “I can't believe that many of you were there...supported the uprising and threw the crown, replaced it with the people's government,” I said, looking them in the eyes, because I wanted my words to sit in their heads. So that they could reflect upon their actions. “And you still act like those corrupted Lords. How are you any different from the oppressors you fought against?”

Elsa gave and order which was quickly carried out by Caspian. "I recognize that tattoo." A Female Alpha walked over to her. Pointing with wide eyes. "It was on the body of those rogues that destroyed my pack. I will never forget it. They all had it all their neck." "His is a member of the uprising." Another person pointed out and everyone's expression turned grim. Especially the packs who had buttered him up with the thoughts of extracting benefits. Adorna gave a self-pity smile, and Elsa quickly realized what was going to happen next.

“Who were those people in black I remember coming often? The ones that were supposed to sacrifice me to the eclipse that night….” “Worshipers of the Devil. Madam Sibisa helped us get in touch, but when we took the money thinking that those two would off you like they said, well, let’s just say they didn’t really agree with our decision and we went our separate ways. Later, when we got in touch with Madam Sibisa again, we realized you were not dead after all.”

She gently knocked on the door. At the second knock, the door was pulled open. Finally,she was at a place where she could rest. Sandra's eyes widened as she noticed the sight before her. Troy sat on the floor in a blood stained shirt, with Anthony beside him. Her eyes dilated as she noticed the gun in his hand. She took a step back, but her back hit the door. "Don't think about it." He warned, narrowing his eyes at her. Troy seemed lifeless. The only sign of his existence was the occasional grunt he released.

I felt her not flinching and I didn't flinch either, and I wasn't sure anymore where the line between us was and I found I didn't care. "Get up!" I heard myself shout, or she did, my voice carrying across the chamber. "All of you…get up now!" Rylan lifted his head from the stone. He looked at me, at the wolf-aura blazing around me, he pushed himself to his feet, bleeding and wrong-footed and upright. "Torin." My voice again. Torin pressed one hand to his temple and got up. His eyes were slightly unfocused but they found the wraith immediately and stayed there.