THE RISE OF NINE By Pittacus Lore Book 3 of the I AM NUMBER FOUR Series Until the day I met John Smith, Number Four, I'd been on the. Read The Rise of Nine (Lorien Legacies #3) online free from your iPhone, iPad, android, Pc, Mobile. The Rise of Nine is a Young Adult novel by Pittacus Lore. The first book in his Lorien Legacies series, I Am Number Four, is now a major Disney motion picture, and along with The Power of Six and The Rise of Nine.
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In Pittacus Lore's The Rise of Nine, third in the New York Times bestselling I Am Number Four series, the stakes are higher than ever as John, Six, and Sev. download the eBook The Rise of Nine, Lorien Legacies Book 3 by Pittacus Lore online from Australia's leading online eBook store. Download eBooks from Booktopia. Read The Rise of Nine PDF. Until the day I met John Smith, Number Four, I'd been on the run alone, hiding and fighting to stay bestthing.infoer.
His dad may have even died for us, for Lorien. You owe it to both of them to go back to the cave with me. He grabs me and throws me against a tree. Nine turns towards the noise. I flatten myself against the tree, dimly lighting my palms to be ready to blind whoever it is with my Lumen.
The noise came from a patch of pines, thick with needles and offering excellent cover. The pines rustle again, and one of the lower branches moves. Instead, the small black nose of a brown and white beagle emerges. Bernie Kosar must see the disappointment on my face because he asks if I want to go for a walk with him. And Sam. And Sarah. And Six. And Henri. When you get back, we need to talk about For all we know, the Mogs have it and are waiting for Six to show up. Bernie Kosar agrees. It sounds like he wants to look for Sam almost as much as I do.
Bernie Kosar tells me to follow him and he leads me through the trees and down a tall grassy hill. The land levels out for a few feet before rising again. We move quickly and the exercise feels amazing now that my strength is returning. Two huge trees lean into each other up ahead. I focus and push them apart with my mind. Life was so much easier then, when my days were spent training with Henri and my free time was spent with Sarah.
It was exciting, finding out what I was capable of, how my powers would help me do what needed to be done. Even when I was frustrated or scared, there was so much possibility and I could just focus on that. I had no idea how good I had it. My back is sticky with sweat by the time we reach a small peak. The view is spectacular, a panoramic scene of the Appalachian Mountains wrapped in fir trees, bathed in the late afternoon light.
I can see for miles. Is this what you wanted me to see? Off in the distance, down on the left, he says. Do you see it? I scan the landscape. Do you see that glow? Squinting, I look past the valley. Then I see it. Through the bottom of the trees on the far left is a glowing sliver of blue light. Bernie Kosar says we can go back right now if I want. A shiver runs down my body as I stare at the blue light.
Sam is in there. We bounce along a pothole-riddled road in a military transport truck. Vehicles full of soldiers are in front of us and behind us. My Chest is at my feet and Six is sitting next to me. That makes me breathe a little easier. After the battle in Spain, the only time I feel even slightly safe is when Six is near. For years, all I thought about was escaping their rules and punishments, but now that I have escaped, all I want is something familiar, even if it comes in the form of religious discipline.
The town and convent are both gone, obliterated by the Mogs. I hate the idea that my in experience and lack of training might hurt anyone else.
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Finally Commander Sharma turns around to give us the lay of the land. Please, get comfortable. Help yourself to water in the cooler behind you. Not even to smile and nod. It makes sense. For years, people have been scared to go near the glaciers north of China.
Stories of alien sightings are enough to frighten the locals, and the Chinese military have been unable to investigate the reports because a mysterious lake appeared in the valley and blocked their access.
He wipes sweat from his brow and touches my Chest with the tip of his finger. My Chest was supposed to be shared between me and Adelina. It was her job to explain how to use everything, how it could save my life. But that never happened. I meet his solemn, yet encouraging eyes. The cold metal lock shakes against my skin. With a click, it falls to the floor of the truck. I reach for a pair of dark glasses. He examines them for a second but hands them back to me, shaking his head.
Or they could be thermal detectors, good for seeing at night. Aside from dulling the brightness of the sun, nothing else seems to happen. I hand them over. She slides the glasses up her nose, then twists around and looks out the back window. I turn back to my Chest. Ella points up at the sky. We have to get out right now!
She scrambles over me with the glasses still on and opens the door. The shoulder of the road is lined with sharp rocks and dead shrubs. I grab my open Chest, and jump. My feet hit the hard dirt road and sweep underneath me, and the world instantly becomes a swirl of browns and blues and sharp pains.
The back tire of our truck grazes my arm, and I barely change direction in time to roll out of the way of the next speeding truck.
My head hits a sharp stone and I flip over one last time, landing on my Chest. The impact knocks the wind out of me, and the contents of my Chest have scattered in the dirt. A second later the rocket smashes into the ground just behind the speeding truck we dove from. The explosion is deafening, and with Commander Sharma still inside, the truck flips forward onto its roof in a cloud of smoke.
The careening jeep behind it is unable to swerve.
It hits the edge of the chasm caused by the rocket, and dives right into the tremendous hole. Two more rockets hit the convoy. The air is so thick with dust that we cannot see the helicopters overhead, but we can hear them. I blindly grope the area around me, trying to gather everything that spilled out of my Chest. You okay?
Then I hear Ella scream. I walk into the kitchen. The handles to the cupboard under the sink are loose, and when I pull on them I hear a click. A dozen sharpened sticks are shooting straight at me. The sticks ricochet left and right, stabbing the walls.
Nine stands in the doorway laughing. I totally forgot to tell you I rigged that up. Bernie Kosar skids in and growls at Nine. While he berates Nine for his stupidity, I focus on pulling the sticks out of the walls. I will them to hover in the air, aimed at Nine. He turns around to head into the other room. We have to jet, so start pulling your stuff together. The left side of the cupboard goes deeper than the right. I feel my way around and pull away the false plywood wall.
There it is. I grab the Chest and carry it out of the kitchen. Next he grabs a round yellow thing covered with small bumps. It looks like a strange fruit and I half expect him to squeeze it to produce juice.
He sets it in his palm, and before I can ask what it is, he whips it down at the floor and quickly backs himself up against the wall. It bounces high after hitting the carpet and changes from yellow to black, expanding to the size of a grapefruit. When it reaches shoulder height the small bumps explode, turning into razor-sharp spikes. He holds the ball close to his eye, causing me to hold my breath.
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I can control it with my mind. Well, I can control it partly. Are you kidding me? I had to jump out of the way.
Not enough, though. He shrugs. BK tells him to stop fooling around. Everything I know how to use, It hovers in a perfect circle and sucks debris off the ground like a black hole.
It spins towards a back window and glows white, and when Nine snaps his fingers the debris explodes out of the circle, breaking whatever was left of the window. I open my own Chest. I promised Henri I would take him back to Lorien, and I still plan on it. I carefully move the coffee can to the floor next to the Chest and grab the dagger with the diamond blade, letting the handle extend and wrap itself around my fist. I turn it over, looking at the blade.
I release the dagger and continue to sift through the items. The last time I touched that crystal, my stomach convulsed and acid climbed up my throat. I push aside the smooth yellow Xitharis rock that transfers Legacies and pick up an oblong crystal that is full of memories. When the cloud swirled, it meant my first Legacy was developing. This crystal was the beginning. I look over at Nine. I think the effect of it is weakened, anyway. There may be a chance we can get to Sam tonight.
He turns over his hand and the pebble reappears on his palm. I hope it will propel me into the air or shoot a ring of lasers, but it just hangs there on my wrist. I wave my arm over my head, asking it to work, begging it to reveal its powers.
Nothing happens. I keep it on and hope something will just happen. Everything in my Chest came from the Elders. Everything has a purpose, so I know it must do something. I pull open the bag and drop the stones into my hand and show them to Nine, remembering the day that Henri first showed them to me.
Henri had these. This is how we figured out another member of the Garde was in Spain. What do they do? Bernie Kosar barks at the sight of the orbs hovering over my palm. They have become planets and orbit the sun. Nine comes closer and we watch as the planets collide one by one with the sun until there is just a large single ball in front of us. The new globe rotates on its axis and flashes a light so bright we have to shield our eyes.
Nine is mesmerized. The Earth rotates and we immediately see two pinpricks of pulsing light one on top of the other. Once we can orient ourselves, we see they are in West Virginia. It turned into a globe of the Earth. We assumed she was another member of the Garde. Oh my God, man. To be honest, when we opened my Chest the first time, the silver staff and the yellow porcupine ball were so amazing I only half listened to anything he said after.
I glance at the solar system and gasp. One of the blue dots in West Virginia has disappeared. Open up your Chest again. I want to see something. Now, close it. When Nine speaks, the Earth globe grows fuzzy and vibrates with a half-second delay of his voice.
Why is my voice echoing?
Nine whistles. Nine puts his crystal down, having figured it out. I think if you hold on to that red crystal, any of us with this macrocosm Earth can hear you. You know, in case their Testing one, two, three. We want to train and end all this bullshit and get back to Lorien. So, um. Over and out and stuff. I shake it and my arm begins to tingle. Stay tuned.
I frown. I would jump into the thing if I could figure out how. Can you hear me? The pulsing light in India is now gone. Suddenly, the globe shrinks and reforms into the seven orbs, each of which falls to the ground. He drops them back into my Chest, and take his crystal out of my frozen hand.
Six is in trouble — the kind of trouble that involves explosions and helicopters and mountains. And all of this is happening now, halfway around the world. How am I going to get to India? Where can I get on a plane? The one who abandoned you and your boy to jet off to Spain? My head is swimming. I notice my arm feels strange.
Hearing her voice distracted me so much I forgot about the growing discomfort there. I try to remove the bracelet from my wrist, and it burns my fingers. I think something may be wrong with it.
It zapped me! Bernie Kosar trots over to smell the bracelet, but stops midstride and jerks his head up to stare at the front door. His ears rise and the fur on his back bristles. Nine and I look at each other and start to slowly back into the room, away from the door.
Suddenly, the door is blown off its hinges. Smoke bombs fly through the windows sending glass shards everywhere. I fall to my knees. I see a flash of green light and hear Nine shout out in pain. He falls down next to me. That is the unmistakable green light of a Mogadorian cannon.
Bullets whistle by, exploding in the dirt all around us. Ella and I take cover behind the wreckage of one of the trucks. The bullets seem to be coming from everywhere, from every direction, from every angle. I gently run my hands over her body until I feel the wet, sticky blood and find a bullet hole in her lower thigh.
When I touch it, she cries out in pain. I use the most soothing voice I can muster, given the circumstances. Marina can help you. We just need to find her. I almost trip over Marina and Crayton, who are huddled behind another piece of debris. We have to get out of here! I set Ella down next to Marina.
I can see her wound clearly now; her blood is flowing steadily. Ella inhales sharply, her chest beginning to rise and fall at a rapid pace. The gash turns from black and red back to the color of her pearly-white skin. Crayton gives her a hug. A helicopter roars overhead and decimates two trucks with a spray of bullets. The sight of it fills me with anger. We can fight here, but it would be better to take it to the mountains.
She takes control of the helicopter and reverses its flight path. Ella and I cheer with relief as we watch the spinning blades disappear into the distance while Crayton watches with a frown. Then Commander Sharma dives behind our cover. I thought he was killed when that first rocket struck. Blood trickles from a large cut on his temple, and his right arm hangs awkwardly at his side.
He shakes his head. They are who we were trying to avoid. Commander Sharma scans the horizon before looking me in the eyes. And destroy all of his friends. Like you. More are on their way. A large brigade of heavily armed vehicles is moving towards us, several helicopters hovering above them.
Tiny flashes of light appear from the long line of the trucks and jeeps, and seconds later I hear the bullets zip past us. We must take it to higher ground if we want a chance to survive this.
The mountains will give us more cover. You can still take out every single one of them. We need to be smart. Before anyone can answer, two low-flying helicopters zip in with their guns blazing. I use my telekinesis to pull on the tail of one of the helicopters, tipping the nose down. It looks like a rodeo horse trying to buck its rider as the pilot struggles furiously to level the copter out.
We watch the pilot give a particularly hard yank to the joystick and two men bounce right out of the cabin. I look over at our fleet of stalled SUV s and see smoke rising faintly from one of the tailpipes. An engine is still running! The brigade is less than a hundred yards away. As we run I feel a bullet zip through my hair. Another one rips through my forearm, but before I can scream, Marina is right next to me, her icy hands tending to my injury as we run.
That lone soldier follows the commander, running with us. Crayton steps on the gas and whips us onto the road.
This is not a road built for speed. The SUV is overflowing with guns--I find a shotgun and crawl into the back, waiting for a target. Marina follows suit, leaving her Chest with Ella. We thought if Number Eight remained in the mountains, we would be safe here, under the radar. If we survive this, I am so going to tear Eight a new one. I look over my shoulder and see the Himalayan Mountains through the windshield.
They are slowly getting closer, their jagged tops growing more menacing. Up ahead, the brown desert ends, and a curving band of green surrounds the base of the mountains. They believe we are blasphemous, They want to kill us in his name. I look out the back window in time to see something fire out of the helicopter.
I use my telekinesis and send it directly into the desert floor, where it explodes. The helicopter fires two more missiles. We watch grimly as the helicopter explodes in a giant fireball. We never try to kill; but, given a choice between killing versus being killed, I will pick us every time. And they have wealthy donors who support them in any way they need. Marina and I monitor the brigade in the distance, and whenever we pass something large enough, we use our telekinesis to drop it in the path behind us.
The tall trees that have begun to dot the sides of the road quickly form a thick line of defense.
The car dips into an extremely narrow valley before beginning to ascend the mountain. We have just come to the base when Commander Sharma tells Crayton to stop. I lean forward in my seat and see dozens of small mounds in the dirt. Crayton opens his door and steps out with a machine gun under his arm. He points into the hills.
I will take these two with me. Crayton and I look at each other and nod. Ella turns to Crayton. Maybe you can be our eyes up there in the trees. Crayton taps her arm and beckons her to join him and the young soldier. The three of them scramble up the left wall of the valley, disappearing behind a boulder. Commander Sharma, Ella, and I move up the right side of the hills, carefully avoiding the bumps on the ground as we move. We find a position behind some massive boulders, and settle in to wait for the brigade to arrive.
I turn to Commander Sharma. With a grunt, Commander Sharma lies down and sets the barrel of his gun on a flat rock. He looks up and winks. I look through the trees, hoping to manipulate the clouds surrounding the peaks of the mountains, but the afternoon sun has burned them off.
I can turn invisible if I need to, but I prefer to keep that hidden from the commander for now. Not far. We should know in case something happens to the commander and we need to move forward without him. He jerks his gun from side to side, frantically trying to be everywhere at once.
As soon as our SUV comes into view, the pickup skids to a stop and the soldier in the back hops out. More vehicles appear and pull up behind the pickup. A soldier drops out of a red van and sets a rocket launcher onto his shoulder. I see an opportunity. I nudge the commander with my foot. The soldier has our truck in his crosshairs, but before he can pull the trigger I rip the rocket launcher off his shoulder and slam one end into his belly. He doubles over and goes down with a scream.
Hearing the commotion, the driver of the truck rushes over with a pistol in his hand. I point the rocket launcher at his face.
The soldier takes a split second to decide if the freefloating launcher is about to do its thing, then turns and runs away with his arms above his head. I aim at the now empty, rusty pickup and pull the trigger.
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The rocket flies out of my launcher and a wave of fire explodes under the pickup, blowing it thirty feet into the air. The burning truck lands hard, and bounces and rolls quickly forward, the momentum sending it into the back of our SUV with a crash. I watch it lurch forward, rolling slowly over the small mounds in the road that had stopped us from advancing. The next thirty seconds are filled with ear-splitting, rapid detonations, as soldiers fire blindly Thousands of birds burst out from the trees all around us, their sounds quickly drowned out by the snap, crackle and pop of munitions doing their thing.
I was right; they were land mines. And now our SUV is nothing more than a smoldering pile of metal. Evidently, this was just the opening act.
The main attraction — armored vehicles, small tanks, mobile missile units — is closing in on the mountain. There have to be a couple thousand soldiers on foot. Five or six attack helicopters hover overhead. I hear a whirring and turn to see a missile launcher rising and rotating, going into operational mode.
The tips of five white missiles turn up and towards the area where Marina and Crayton have taken cover. He stops when he reaches the launcher and starts pointing higher up the side of the mountain, to where Crayton and Marina are hiding. The launcher rises another few feet and adjusts its aim. The next thing I know, he is flying into the air, yanked upward by telekinesis.
Marina must have realized the same thing. But it might be too late. As I start to focus on it, another launcher whirs to life and aims its missiles directly at me. I have a choice. Save Crayton and Marina or save myself. The launcher pointed toward the mountain starts firing. The missiles come screaming out, heading straight for the hills.
I get control of them and redirect them into the ground, where they explode, just as the second launcher fires. I turn and see their white tips moving towards me. They barrel into five different vehicles, all of which explode. She saved my life. We are working together, just as we were meant to do, and the thought makes me feel more determined than before to get this pit stop over with and find Eight.
I want to send a message to the remaining soldiers of the brigade so I stop using my invisibility Legacy and show myself. I focus and start to control the flames rising from where the missiles exploded with my telekinesis. I spread the fire down the road to engulf the rest of the brigade. Message received.
I know my fantasies of going medieval on their retreating asses are not going to help us now. I need to find my friends. The smoke is thick but beginning to dissipate. From where I am on the floor, I can see dozens of legs and black boots. I raise my eyes and see almost as many rifles, all of them aimed at my head. My eyes move from the heavy boots up to the gas masks, relieved to see they belong to humans and not Mogadorians. But what kind of humans have Mogadorian weapons?
A gun barrel is pushed into the back of my skull. I search for a focal point to help get me through the pain, and see Nine groaning on the carpet. I roll onto my back and immediately a long cylindrical tube is pressed into my left eye. There are hundreds of lights inside the tube, and I watch them swirl together to become one solid green beam. I focus my other eye past the side of the weapon and see a man in a khaki trench coat. I find myself looking forward to breaking it again.
The man with the cannon pressed to my face looks over at him. Nine smiles up at him, clear eyed and calm. The woman motions at me, and someone takes me by the shoulders and pulls me onto my feet. Another man grabs my wrists to put me in handcuffs. I may not know what all the bracelet does, but I like this part of it. Once upright, I get my bearings. There are ten or twelve men in masks, all holding rifles. Even so, I can hear him inside my head. Just wait. He laughs and looks over at the woman.
He blows his hair out of his face and offers a smile. The place looked like a dump and I thought he could use it. Vacuum cleaners? I may be interested in one myself. Two for the price of three. Then Nine sweeps his eyes over to the wall, where a moth is hovering near the ceiling. Bernie Kosar.
One of the soldiers slaps a pair of handcuffs on Nine, and he quickly sits up again. I Am Number Four epub. The Power of Six epub. The Power of Six epub [alternative]. The Rise of Nine epub. The Fall of Five epub. The Revenge of Seven epub. The Fate of Ten epub. United as One epub. Hello, I am so thankful that I came by your blog.
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Enter your email address over there to be updated and notified will all things books and petitions that help change the world. You will be receiving these my email: Follow The Moon.Commander Sharma clears his throat and smiles. She lowered the blade and smiled. Nine shows off how experienced he is with all the rooms and, when the talk returns to Sam and the tablet the two found, that he has a piece of equipment that fits the tablet. Nine of us came here, but sometimes I wonder if time has changed us—if we all still believe in our mission.
Under his strong chin is a blue bow tie. She sort of got all three. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. He holds the ball close to his eye, causing me to hold my breath.
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