Tron: Uprising Season 2 の小説・ストーリー

“I will show you that you can trust me Aida. Just keep the lavender until she is of age. Until her mate can protect her…” “I can protect her!” Lance snaps, just as the footsteps were getting closer to our bedroom. “I need to go! Trust the Mulder Alpha, he holds the second of three!” Her eyes turn white as she starts to evaporate in front of our eyes. Axel bursts through the door, followed by all the males who were looking at their King on the verge of shifting. “Aida…” Axel whispers as he takes a side step towards me. “You need to leave.” I wasn’t going anywhere, what did she mean by trusting Rory and the second of three. The three brothers? No that can’t be right, Rowan wasn’t even of age y

We had done it – we had saved the world. As the world began to heal, we knew that our journey was far from over. But we were ready. We were ready to face the challenges ahead, to rebuild and create a new world. And as we stood there, looking out at the world, I knew that we would always stand together, no matter what the future held. As Erebus's power faded, Ada's digital avatar sprang into action. She infiltrated the laboratory where Dr. Liam and Dr. Rachel were being held captive, disabling the security systems and freeing our parents from their prison.

Sebastian simply raised his hand and swung it toward Tron's face. The humongous palm struck Tron's face directly. At that moment, he felt as if his face had been hit by a truck. He flew back with blood spurting from his mouth. He landed on the ground with a thud and bounced a few times before rolling to a stop. This scene left Alec, Zolan, and the surrounding bodyguards of the Griffin family completely stunned! Tron was a Supreme Grandmaster! He was the most capable assistant of the second heir for the Griffin family, and with Zolan, they were known to be inseparable.

She scrambled to her feet, her boots sliding through the boiling mud as she turned toward the transport wreck. Judicator Trevor was still standing by the secondary curtain line, his hands buried deep within the pulsing sludge, his face twisted into a grotesque, melted mask of pure vengeance. He saw her stand, and his mad laughter rose over the rumble of the mountain. You are too late, Salvatore! he shrieked, his gauntlets pulling a massive, vibrating red moonstone rod from the chassis of the truck—the manual override for the fortress’s primary fuel cells. The capital’s seals are already open! Trevor slammed his palms down, forcing the rod into the central drainage abyss.

The Order's dark influence recoiled, its hold on Orion weakening. Ember's tiny hands grasped Orion's arm, her face alight with hope. "Grandfather," she whispered. Lucine's eyes shone with tears, his smile radiant. Athena's nod confirmed the antidote's success. Rylan's face relaxed, his jaw unclenching. Tristan's shoulders eased, his expression softening. As the darkness receded, Orion's vitality surged. His chest expanded, his breathing deepening. "Cathryn," Orion repeated, his voice growing stronger.

Marcus Vane slumped forward, the umbilical snapping as he fell to the floor, dead before he hit the marble. The violet light died, replaced by the emergency red of a failing station. Ethan caught me as I collapsed, my nose bleeding and my eyes glazed with the after-effects of the integration. "Did you do it? Is it over?" "The Uplink is dead," I whispered, the silence in my mind finally, beautifully absolute. "The Atlantic is silent. They can't reach the other side. The world is... fragmented. But it's free." The station groaned as the external pressure began to win the battle against the reinforced domes. A crack appeared in the glass ceiling above the Core-Nexus, a tiny trickle of black Atl

"But the catalyst it changed me, Lyra. It showed me the truth. The Silver line doesn't belong in cages. It belongs in control. And to take control, we need to merge the three generations." The vision snapped. I was back in the snow, gasping for air. Rowan was fighting the silver tentacles, his claws tearing at the muscle, but for every one he severed, two more grew. He was being pulled toward the opening in the Citadel’s shell a maw of pulsing lights and surgical steel. "Julian’s son, the Broker, and the Queen," my mother announced, her arms raised to the descending gunships. "The Trinity is complete." "I'm not part of your Trinity!" I roared.

They got past Mina’s defenses. Beta Damon, Delilah, Taylor and him. Tristan. All the family I’d come to make in Silver Moon pack. “What is it?” I groaned, dropping my head back to the bed. I really wanted to be left alone. “Get up,” it was Tristan who responded. His tone as calm as ever. How could he still be calm?! I raised my head, irritation welling in my veins. “Why?” I hissed spitefully. “Don’t you want to meet your other mate?!”

It was dangerous, heavy, and seductive in its transparency. Erina reached for the map, pressing a fingertip to the lake. “The resonance here, can not be activated without a conduit. The crest isn’t enough. We will need a medium.” Jason nodded once. “Already handled. Sandra’s corruption spell left residue in the park’s fountain. I can trace it, amplify it, and use it as the trigger. When we activate the crest, the resonance will echo through the entire area.” “Then we act during the next full moon,” she said.

“You’re stuck with us. For eternity.” The elder, his eyes now shining with profound satisfaction, struck his staff against the stone three times, the resounding thud marking the finality of the ceremony. “Then it is done!” he proclaimed, his voice booming with a joyous triumph. “The Luna rises! And the pack stands united under the Moon, strong and whole once more!”