Artemis Dune Leak Novels & Stories

“You understand what that means?” “I do. I will do whatever Blackridge needs.” Deucalion heard every word. His expression became colder. “Do not make plans yet. Let's find Malia first. The heir can wait.” Aria fell silent. He walked toward the entrance. Behind him, Damascus called his name. “Deucalion, where are you going?” He didn't respond. He just walked and shut the doors behind him. The Blackridge Luna watched them shut, then looked at Damascus. “This has gone too far.”

The moon-mark gleamed silver. Jonah’s face paled. For a heartbeat, fear hollowed his expression, but then his jaw set hard. He slid an arm beneath her knees and another around her back, lifting her with surprising strength. “Hold on,” he muttered. “You’re not staying here.” They left the town behind, driving deeper into the forest along a road so narrow Evelyn thought it was little more than a deer trail. Jonah drove in silence, eyes locked forward, as though the trees themselves might lunge from the dark.

"They want to make us look weak! And besides, the former Luna is fucking dead yet they'd rather negotiate with her!" The words hurt. Not because I missed her. I didn't. But because every time her name came up, it was attached to something useful. Something powerful. Something I didn't have control of anymore. And how pathetic do you have to be to die in the first beast attack anyway? I exhaled sharply. "Anyway. Enough about her. Is that all?" "Several food dispensaries have approached," he said, unfazed. "They haven't received shipments of food for the slums in two months. The people are starving and getting sicker."

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."

Blue After Artemis leaves, I stand in the hallway and try to figure out the best way to go about this. Rhea is torn up over the news and I want to be there for her, but what can I do? I don’t want to just sit back and have them handle everything while they work through everything emotionally. It’s no secret, things were strained between all of them but that was still Artemis’s parents and that has to be hard for him. Before I can come up with a plan one of the babies starts crying. All of them have a different cry and this one is Eros. I walk into the nursery and pick him up right away. His head turns to my boob as soon as he’s in my arms. Before I take him out to feed, I check on Selene and

"As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon." My eyebrows met at her words. I couldn't understand what she was saying as the scent of my power that Mama Amelia sealed leaked. I don't remember what she said happened. For the past few months, nothing has been strang

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!”

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?

I groaned. She hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe, then finally loosened her grip. “I thought I’d lost you again. I can’t bear it. This is just torture,” she cried. Then she turned her face upward and screamed with raw fury. “I hate you!” At the top of the dune, Artemis sat like some twisted queen of the desert, soaking in our pain like it was sunlight. She smiled, cruel and unbothered. “It’s so thrilling, I can’t stop,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock delight. “Yes, please don’t stop now — this is such a grand finale.”