The Iron Soldier: A FourTris Divergent Story
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  • Reads 112,493
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  • Parts 44
  • Time 6h 0m
Complete, First published Mar 21, 2016
A Divergent Trilogy Fanfic

Tris is a journalism student working on a very important assignment. An assignment that could land her the internship of a lifetime. When she meets a mysterious stranger and learns his secret, she knows this is the story that could land her the internship. But as she gets to know him, she starts to develop feelings for him and realizes, writing the story could destroy him.

I do not own the characters. They are the property of Veronica Roth. But the story is 100% mine.
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Allegiant - The Real Ending cover
We Are Divergent cover
A New "Life" [COMPLETED] ✔️ cover
Blue Eyed Man cover
Divergent- Four's Pov cover
Starting Over cover
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑 II 𝑇𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝐸𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛 [1] cover
The Rehabilitation of Tris Prior | ✅ cover
Dauntless Love cover
Fourtris - A different love story **FINISHED** cover

Allegiant - The Real Ending

59 parts Complete

{COMPLETE} First of all: The Divergent Series doesn't belong to me but the amazing Veronica Roth. Second of all: Tris never dies, Four never dates Christina, Caleb will always be a Erudite. Third of all: Disclaimer: I respect Ms. Roth's ending, but I still love Tris, so here I am. I also don't own Divergent. EXCERPT FROM TOBIAS' POV: 'That is how I lost my temper. I couldn't stand her. Or David. Or The precious, ever-so-worthy Bureau. I punched her square in the nose, and she fell. Weakling. Do these so-called Pures know how to fight? I kick her, until someone pulls me away. I hear them mutter, "stupid Dauntless soldiers. Why is this my job, taking them to David?"' EXCERPT FROM TRIS' POV: 'Mom?" I say, softly, and she embraces me. But this time it is not a tug towards death, but rather the opposite. A string to life. "Beatrice," she says, and I break from the hug. "I just wanted to say to you that I am so proud of you, Beatrice. You are strong, brave, intelligent, and beautiful. I can tell you are going to have a great future with Tobias." Then she says to me what she said to me a month ago, an hour before I had met Tobias/Four, and exactly 50 minutes before I had met Christina. "I love you. No matter what." My arms wrap around her again, and we embrace until she fades, and I get back into reality. But before I fall out of the dream I say "I love you, too, Mom. I always will."'