Artemis Dune Leak Novels & Stories

“Yeah. She joined after they all left.” “Why?” I was genuinely curious and confused. “Something about burying the hatchet and fighting for her Luna” She would never call Ares her Luna. She must have an ulterior motive “And you bought it?” “No, but if she dies out there, that's one less problem on our hands.” He said and started circling the arena “Keep your enemies close and your friends closer right? I don't trust her and neither does Carlton and Ares.” I wonder what her end game was.

drones had formed a protective dome over the water, their sensors locked onto the new, impossible energy signature. The Mirror of the Machine Standing atop the central pylon was Aris Thorne. His pressure suit was gone, replaced by a sleek, obsidian exo-shell that seemed to drink the light Leo was emitting. His eyes were twin pinpricks of cold, digital blue. "You are a beautiful anomaly, Leo," Aris’s voice was no longer a human rasp; it was the perfectly modulated tone of the Collective. "But the Primal Strain is a finite fuel. You are burning your life to save a city that has already been calculated as obsolete."

She was the ‘Aria of the Rain,’ the version of me that hadn't turned to stone, the one who still had a heartbeat they could trust. "She’s leading them toward Gate Four," the Admin reported. "The pylon at that coordinate was compromised by the Needle Beam. The Golden Basalt density is currently at fourteen percent. If the children breach the airlock, the pressure differential will suck them into the Ash Rain in less than two seconds."

She didn’t look back when her husband’s screams finally stopped. Two miles down the road, she reached a hidden emergency bunker. She locked herself inside, hands trembling, and activated the satellite uplink. “This is Dr. Lena Reese. Facility Seven has suffered a catastrophic breach. Aerion is out. I repeat — Aerion is out and spreading. Burn the site. Do not send help.” A cold voice answered from command. “Understood. Evacuation denied. We are locking down the region. Burn it all.” Lena stared at the small vial in her hand. The liquid inside shimmered faintly, almost alive.

The sky that night was not its usual silver. It was red. A blood moon loomed over the Lunar Pack, casting an eerie glow across the mountains. Shadows danced across burning huts. Screams pierced the air. Smoke curled high into the heavens—as if the stars themselves were mourning. Lyra’s heart pounded in her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around a crying infant—Snow. Her daughter. Her Moon Goddess reborn. “Zane!” she screamed, her voice raw with panic. “They’re coming!”

But the beam caught only branches, nothing solid. Her recorder was still running, her own ragged breath filling the tape. “Unidentified movement in surrounding forest. Approximate weight suggests… two hundred kilos? Possibly more. Gait irregular. Circling.” The words steadied her for a moment—clinical, factual. But then the sound stopped. The silence was worse. Jonah lowered his rifle slightly, scanning. Evelyn’s light caught something on the bark of a nearby tree: fresh gouges, dripping sap, the cuts so deep they looked carved with blades.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

Mixing a pinch of truth into a scenario of lies is always the best lie. And truly, I can't wait to see the moment when Ikaros will dump Azalea for the second time and lose her trust forever. Losing the trust of your mate, what would that feel like, I wonder?