Tron: Uprising Season 2 Novels & Stories

"More than anything in this world." The night wore on with the bonfire crackling and spitting sparks into the air. It was time for the speeches. Arthur and I stood up to give our speeches as Alpha and Luna. The pack members quieted down, their faces expectant and eager. I glanced at Arthur, and he nodded, a reassuring smile on his face.

Ten more ticks and it would be over. Three. Two. One. The two minutes for The Objection culminated in songs of silence—agreement. To the forty-ninth tick, the Elder and council head started, "Noah Silverton, King of Utrif, Ksei of blood and moon, Carer of wolves and Alpha of all Alphas. Rise." His grave of a voice stumbled over the large crowd and echoed back with a blow of cheers. Despite telling himself he was more than capable of taking anyone on, a wave of relief went over Noah. He rose.

"Come, the battle should be over now." Letting out a sigh of relief, Arissa nodded and then got to her feet. "That’s great." She whispered, leaning in close to me. "Now we can go home." "Not quite yet." I countered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "We have to visit Tonitru first. There’s a certain box that needs to be shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. After that, we can go home. " "Home," Arissa repeated in content. "I never thought that I would actually hear such a word and feel happy about it."

Rebecca yells, "Now please kill some infected before they all burst in here!" Nodding my head, I raise my bat and start knocking the infected out. However, despite how many I knocked out, there are always two more to replace it. "There's too many," I yell, hitting another infected. As soon as it's dead, another infected pushes it down and tries to lunge at me. I hit its arm and watch as it bends backward. "Is the upstairs clear," Tristan asks. "What?" "Is the upstairs clear," Tristan asks again. "When you searched around, did you check the upstairs? Did you hear anything from the upstairs?"

I am committed to us and what we have. Cleo bowed her head and put her hand on her chest. I took both her hands and held her. After a few minutes later she pushed back and I let her go. She walked out and left the door open . I looked at the mess in the room and it was organized mess .I picked up the boxes of condoms with all the toys and threw them the laundry bag that was hanging by the bathroom door. I knew Cleo needed a bit of time to digest what she found and saw. She found everything including my secret stash. At the rate we were going we were only going to make it home by 1pm. I was feeling guilty ; but I just hope the surprise I have for her works. She has put up with a lot and just

Torin turned his face toward the grey window, his voice dropping into a hollow, frightened whisper that made my blood run cold. “I do not know, but whoever it is, they are much bigger than us, Twyla,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on the distant treeline. “They are hiding in the dark, and they just crushed your entire campaign with one single finger, we are playing with something that can buy and sell our whole territory before breakfast, what if they come for us next.” **** ***** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ***** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****

“Three Displaced Clans want to leave immediately. They say their home territories are under attack.” Karin and I looked at each other. “Which territories?” I asked. “Everpeak Rise. Gravefall Basin. Moonreach Cascades,” Jonah said. “All reporting Luna-born uprisings and territorial clashes.” The same three marked on Isolde’s map. Too clean. Too neat. “Jonah,” I said, slow and clear, “contact the Alphas there directly. No Council lines. I want to hear it from them.” “Understood,” he said, and left.

"Tristan! Prepare the entire legal team and the clan's cybersecurity unit tonight! We'll retaliate openly against the Thorne clan in the stock market tomorrow morning! I'll make sure Dominic crawls across the floor for daring to challenge the authority of the Vance clan!" Tristan flinched slightly, but quickly regained control of his emotions that afternoon. He looked at his father with cold, rigid eyes, carefully concealing the enormous secret now buried within his mind. "Yes, Daddy. I'll personally lead the cybersecurity unit to lock down all external movements of the Thorne clan," Tristan replied in a flat, obedient tone, even though deep in his heart he knew that the Vance clan's cyberse

He lunged toward Leo, not with a rifle, but with a manual necrotic detonation pin pulled from his belt. Even as the feedback hit him, he didn't stop. He clawed at his neck, ripping a high-bandwidth uplink transmitter from his collar. His fingers, melting into lead, jammed the device into the stone. "Uplink confirmed," the commander shrieked, blood boiling behind his silver mask. "High Sanctum... the anomaly... has breached the seal. Data... sent!" He slammed the necrotic pin home. I didn't have two hands. I had a necrotic arm and a heartbeat that was failing.

They were about to make a breakthrough into the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Sixth Tribulation. James stood up and hovered in the void. Truett and Adair had to go through Genesis Heavenly Tribulations. Their life and death was up to them. If he were to interfere, it would cause severe consequences. Xitlaly, on the other hand, had an unstable foundation and needed some help. James raised his hand, and a Quasar Tribulation Clouds emerged. It quickly swallowed up the Tribulation Cloud above Xitlaly’s head. Then, James sent the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell to her, allowing it to circle her.