Tron: Uprising Season 2 Novels & Stories

I nod, “A few, but their claims told me what I already know. For now, I need to continue collecting evidence. The hunters know something, it is why I want to find them all.” Jonat looks satisfied, “Then we should double our efforts in finding them.” I smile, “Yes, we should.” I leave her with the idea that she should seek out the hunters. This helps two of my biggest problems. Over the next few days, I watch the council members and their routines. I finally pick James to be the next member I take down when I get a horrible pain in my chest. It’s Tru, something is wrong. Rushing to the stone, I ask, “What’s wrong? Please, show her to me.” The stone shows me an upset Tru. Bryan is holding her

I just couldn’t understand. Tristan started growling again, he had to get used to this routine of mourning Ashina every night. I swore not to rest until I uncovered the truth. “I am a worthy Alpha!” I screamed, joining Tristan's loud growl. I heard my door knob twitch and it opened. “Hello” “Is anyone here?” The person turned on the lights. Tristan was angered. He roared louder in a rage. My eyes were red and I could feel my anger takeover my body.

Troy laughed and threw his arm on Gavin, who was grinning too. “Tell me, Gav. Isn’t this scene familiar?” The younger nodded, as he scanned the scene. “The Alpha coming back after escaping. Then, bringing back a woman in his arms. Then, him screaming at our faces for staring at her. this is exactly the scene when he first brought the Luna back from the forest.” “You got it right!” Troy and Gavin giggled together, but they stopped when they were glared by Ruan. “Should I just pull your teeth off so you could stop grinning like fools?” with his warning, Gavin covered his mouth while Troy run behind him, hiding from their scary Luna.

Adrian whispered, his eyes fixed on a graining camera feed. I looked at the screen. Tristan was standing near a rusted pier, his coat collar turned up against the biting wind. He looked isolated, a small figure against the massive machinery of the docks. Marcus appeared a moment later, stepping out from behind a stack of crates. He looked haggid, his usual composure replaced by a twitchy, paranoid energy. "Did you bring it?" Marcus’s voice crackled through the hidden mic on Tristan’s lapel. "I have the drive," Tristan said, his voice remarkably steady. "But I want to know who else is on the payroll, Marcus. I'm not handing over the keys to the Wolfe kingdom if I don't know who’s holding the

and made it clear to both Luna and the Alpha.The Alpha and Beta looked at each other and they both knew she meant business.“It would be unheard of, if the people saw you and heard of it” The alpha said trying to convince his wife, so she doesn’t leave.“You can just cut my legs off or maybe join me, it would be a fun exercise, I am looking for my daughter and you think I would back off?” Please cut off my legs, Thank you” The Luna said and the Alpha knew he needed just one more reason.‘Okay, okay just wait here for me “The Alpha said as he turned and just then someone rushed in and said. We found Reign, We found Reign” The Alpha and Luna rushed out to see her daughter,She looks wet and t

Something else we'd need to come back to later. We saw a couple of warriors running towards us. "Yours?" I asked Tristan. He nodded. They grouped together behind him. My team shifted behind me, some low growls rumbling in the air. None of us were really sure what to expect from this group. Addressing the newcomers, I asked, "Can we trust you to fight with us? Or at least, not fight against us?" They all looked at Tristan, who nodded at them. "Yes, Gamma. Tristan has filled us in on what's happening. We'll help get the omegas to safety," one of the men said.

"But the moment I upload this to the Port Trinity relay, the world will know I’m alive. The Shattered Crown will see the signature. The war starts again, Clara. But this time, it’s not for a throne. It’s for a hospital. For a well." "Then let them come," Clara said, standing up and pulling him with her. She looked at the violet glow of the room, then back at the man who had finally found his baseline. "They think they’re fighting a billionaire. They don't realize they’re fighting a man with something to lose." They initiated the upload. As the data lanced upward through the cables, lighting up the dark Atlantic like a sub-sea aurora, Julian Thorne didn't look at the screen. He looked at Clar

I had always hoped that after everything, I will make her mine officially and we will rule the world together. “Orion, I don’t want that to be our reality too, my daughter cannot be mated to him. Never!” He said in support of what I had already said. “I hope so too.” Tanya’s POV From the news I received from Tristan last night, the antidote I produced worked and even when they attacked again, people didn’t die as they usually did, instead they were killed and some captured.

“Members of Triton, do not be swayed with valiant words and open your eyes. This celebration made by the Alpha is a preparation for war!” The moment the last words slipped out of that shifter's mouth, I searched for Irino and we both gave each other a knowing look. Just like we both expect, the Chasma pack wouldn’t play clean. With the sudden commotion, the members of the Triton who had a lilt of excitement on their faces were now supplanted by terror and trepidation. Everybody processed the news quickly and now they are revolting in the hall. In the middle of the member’s rebellion, a known shifter has stepped forward and pointed the sword at Alexei’s neck. It was Leonid who was wickedly we

Serena. The living room is quiet except for the soft hum of the television. On screen, the portal crackles like angry lightning before winking out, leaving two figures behind in a dull parking garage. The footage freezes just as Tristan turns his head toward the security camera, glowing silver eyes narrowed, his hair wind-tossed even underground. Thorne stands beside him, radiating static, his fingers still trailing sparks. “They’re here,” Kaelion growls, stepping closer to the screen.