Artemis Dune Leak Novels & Stories

"Liam, if they get the codes, they won't give the money back to the employees. They’ll use it to restart the project. They’ll build another Medusa." "I know," I said. I looked at the dashboard, then at the heavy, reinforced bumper of the SUV. I saw a small service path to the right, a treacherous trail that led down toward the edge of the boiling river, right beneath the transmitter’s primary array. "Arthur, can you jump the signal if I get us under the dish?" "It’s a fifty-foot drop to the water if you miss the ledge, Liam!" Arthur shouted. "I'm not going to miss," I said.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

He screamed, a sound of pure digital agony, as he was ripped apart by the feedback, his form dissolving into a cloud of glowing ash. The entire vault buckled. The ceiling gave way completely. Tons of concrete and earth crashed down, filling the space with darkness and the sound of grinding rock. Ares III, hovering silently above the newly formed sinkhole, registered a massive, localized energy signature, followed by total silence. "Caspian! Jade!" Aris Thorne's voice crackled over the comms, but there was no reply.

Elara screamed. Julian didn't hesitate. He pivoted and fired three rapid-shred pulses into the reinforced vents. The sound of metal tearing was deafening. A rush of pressurized air began to howl through the room, dragging the blueprints from Elara’s hands and sending them swirling into the purple depths of the reactor. Arthur screamed, lunging for the console as the glass pod containing Leo began to shake violently. The "New Dawn" was no longer rising. It was beginning to tear itself apart.

And yet, Lucian looked. Artemis made it to Trevor’s base in under fifteen minutes. A discreet underground parking lot beneath a jazz club served as the perfect cover for the syndicate’s internal operations. Trevor was already waiting, pacing near the elevator with a cigarette perched between his lips and a scowl on his face. “You’re late,” Trevor grunted, tapping the ash from his smoke. “You’re lucky I showed up at all,” Artemis replied smoothly, pulling the black ledger from inside his jacket and tossing it to him. “Here. Don’t tell me you’ve got another list tonight.”

I asked her quietly instead of looking for a way out of the scene. “I don't know either!” Artemis replied looking into Daymon's eyes, looking so scared. “Just calm down, okay,” I said to her. “ We will get out of here safe and sound if we are careful enough. We just need the dude over there to move away from there or get distracted,” Daymon explained, and they kept watching. After squatting for some minutes, Artemis began to feel so uncomfortable because she had a muscle pull in her leg, and she needed to walk around for it to go.

Aria was panting, her lips pale and eyes bewildered. "We almost hit a deer," she said. "Are you okay?" Aria's voice took Leo back to reality. "I'm sorry," he said. "My mind drifted away. I - I just remembered something." "Do you want me to drive? Where are we going anyway?" Aria asked. Leo turned on the engine again and started driving carefully. "We're taking a glimpse of home," he said. After almost half an hour, they have reached an isolated place. In its entrance are the signboard saying 'Welcome to Crescent Hill,' and 'No entrance - deadly gas leak.' Aria scoffed at the second sign as soon as she read it.

Luna Amber responds, and someone agrees with her. “This is not a competition. No one wins anything. I will die first before letting my Luna go!” I roar in frustration, startling the driver. The tires squeak as he veers off the road. The car tilt to the right with the left side wheels suspended on the air. We are going to roll down the cliff. Damn it!

“She was my most beautiful iteration. A Siren who made you believe you were more than your violence.” “Door,” Dima’s voice cut in over the general comms. “Update, inner team. We’re burning through ammo out here.” “Almost there,” Aria said. *Ninety‑nine—* The blast door’s locks thudded, one after another, like the release of a giant’s spine. The indicator flicked to UNLOCKED. Elara sighed theatrically. “Well,” she said. “We can’t have you wandering too far unsupervised, can we?”

Marcus answered, "Still refusing to sell the Moonstone debt. But I found his pressure point—his daughter needs experimental treatment for a rare genetic condition. Treatment that coincidentally is only available through a NovaTech subsidiary." "Convenient. Make him an offer—sell the debt, and his daughter gets free treatment plus ongoing care." "That's borderline blackmail." "That's business. He can refuse and find another way to help his daughter, or accept and everyone wins. His choice." The sun climbed higher, revealing more of Silvermoon's deterioration. Elena catalogued every weakness, every vulnerability. By the time she signaled withdrawal, she had a comprehensive picture of a pack on