Tron: Uprising Season 2 Novels & Stories

“From today and henceforth, all of you shall be Sentinels. However, I would be needing only eight of you to follow me for tonight’s watch. Seven of you now as Trey would always be by my side. Any volunteers?” A lot of hands went up immediately and Sebastian looked to see who he would pick. He picked two hefty twins, Josh and Jake and they went beside him immediately. He looked around trying to make out a popular face from the crowd and just then, the speakers started blaring loudly. They all knew what it meant. There was an incoming transmission. They were about to hear some news which would most likely be bad as the speakers were hardly ever used to spread good news.

Shyfter sighed. “Why would he do that? I thought you and your brothers were going to keep him on a short leash?” Kit shouted. “The 3 of us will not be able to handle a Council attack while we are loaded down with that trunk Anatashi gave Tristan.” Rex said. “Your stuff is already back waiting for you, Moon zapped it there. Left a note for your friends, who are desperately in need of your assistance.” Shyfter laughed at their expressions. “What trouble? Is everyone ok?” Kit asked, the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up.

There was a vibration . " Watch out!" Ugoeze dove and knocked the agent out of harm's way. The wall fell off completely. " Oh my God. Did that really happen?" The agent asked ,holding his chest. " We need to leave now. Where is the key? " " Here. " He handed it over to her. Ugoeze unlocked Olamma. " Agent, come on. Let's leave this minute before your people flood here. " The agent stood and they briskly walked out of the building. A few seconds after they left the building, a rescue team started flooding around the whole place.

Nessa screamed as her Breaker ability tore through them all at once. Orson roared through every open blood connection. The sound existed inside my bones rather than my ears. The children cried from the corridor, but one by one, the ancient pressure around their wolves disappeared. Blood inside the basin began moving backward, sinking into the stone as Orson's presence retreated toward the Council. Nessa shook violently. “It's working,” she gasped. “The roads are closing.” Killian shifted back after throwing Hawthorne against the wall. Blood covered his shoulder, but relief moved through our mate bond when Orson's presence weakened. Then Nessa's expression changed. “Wait.” She looked directly

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

I opened my phone turned on my data and that was when the notifications started popping up “True Love Wins At Last: Alpha Damian Reconnects With First Love! Has a Son Together Already.” “Breaking News: Alpha Damian’s Secret Family Exposed - Is The Luna Barren?” “Three Years Plus With The Luna and No Pups… Alpha Damian Reveals His Heir With His Mistress.” “From Power Couple To Scandal: Alpha Damian, His Wife, and the Woman in the Shadows” “Luna Ariana Kept in the Dark as Alpha Claims Child With Another Woman”

Millions of rebellious cyber-cultivators, who had gathered around the crash site expecting an apocalypse, fell into stunned, absolute silence. They looked at the dead mechanical god, and then at the wolf and the weaver standing victorious in the rain. The Grand Upload was dead. Neo-Kunlun had new rulers.

In response to the power surging around me that felt wrong and suffocating, Noah stirred violently beneath the surface. ‘Something is coming,’ he warned, his voice tense in a way I had never heard before. And then I felt it too. Not from Clara or Antoinette but from below. The ground pulsed, subtle at first and then stronger. The markings on thr ground ignitied, the heptagon blazing with a dark, unnatural light that seemed to distort everything around it. And then, it emerged. At first, it looked like smoke but it wasn’t because smoke didn’t move like that.

Abby’s hair is a dark green. The guys all come out in various versions of Tristan’s outfit: tight black jeans, black tops, and black leather jackets in various styles. The steel toes of their black boots clink. “What’s the plan?” Thorne asks. “We go in and let them talk,” says Tristan. “If anything goes south, my honey here will snap them like twigs, and she won’t even have to shift to do it.”

“She is going to have quite the hard time with you two.” He glanced at me. “And you… especially you. Be sure to keep your head up, hm? The old witch deserves it for everything she’s done.” I looked at Triton. “You said before that I have the spine to set myself free. What did you mean by that? Considering everything else you said, you make it sound like there’s… some sort of war coming, but I… I’m not…” I looked down at the anchor. “I don’t even know if I’ll make it to t-twenty-five, let alone be strong enough to—“