Artemis Dune Leak Novels & Stories

A pack member at my right pleaded. "Don't leave us. We need you Luna." Another said. "Did we do something wrong?" One asked. My eyes were watery. I couldn't believe it. I left for 3 months and they were suffering. "I- I'm really sorry. I'm so very sorry." I cried. I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, I felt a small hand grab mine. "A-anna?" I looked at the little boy holding my hand. "Arthur, manners!" The mother came forward.

Arthur came back up the stairs carrying a large, black leather duffel bag. Leo was still sprawled naked on the lounge pad, cum leaking steadily from his well-used hole. The billionaire dropped the bag on the deck with a heavy thud and unzipped it. He didn't let Leo look inside. He just pulled out a thick, stainless steel butt plug with a sparkling blue sapphire embedded in the base. Arthur knelt between Leo's spread legs. "You are leaking all over my deck, boy. We cannot have that."

“Do something. Just…don’t leave me hanging.” Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I listened in silence as Aeron struggled to breathe through the pain. “Goddess,” I heard Darius mutter as Aeron started to cough up blood. My stomach tightened, and I sobbed loudly with my head against his chest. “Don’t. We have to do something.” “You don’t have to cry. You have one more mate left,” Aeron said. It was obvious that he was trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t seem to be working. Not on me, not on Darius.

She asked "You're banned from drinking any wine for the next two full moons and they twisted the destinies of the human and alpha baby so they'll end up together eventually, even though it'll be hard" her right hand replied and the moon goddess sighed "It's over for me if I can't drink, it's done" she moaned out in despair and laid back on her bed. Her right hand quietly left her chamber while Luna just laid there and kept on signing in despair

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.”

Artemis tilts his head back, draining his cup, and then he places it down on the desk with a heavy sigh. “Now, onto more pressing matters. I need a fresh set of eyes and Milo needs rest.” Artemis waves me over to him and I wordlessly follow his order, crossing the room to his desk and looking down at what looks like a map. He points to a section talking about the dead zone, but I find myself unable to focus. The only thought on my mind is Tatum and her leaving. She must have told Artemis when she met with him this morning, but that would mean she intentionally avoided telling me. I wonder if that is why she couldn’t bring herself to look at me.

But don't worry Fallon, Artemis got this". She said, and her fingers continues dancing on the keyboards. "All done" She said after some minutes later "Are you sure?" Fallon looking around the room, though she can't see the lines Artemis was talking about. "Yes, I'm sure of it, I already hacked into it, but is only going to last for 10 seconds, so you've to take the diamond and leave immediately" Artemis said. Fallon nods her head, and without wasting a second, she walks towards where the diamond was, she took it and quickly leaves the room before the clock hit the deadline program for the hacking.

Her silver eyes flashed in the darkness, tracking the frantic, rhythmic thump of the fleeing men's heartbeats as they plummeted down the iron escape chutes into the dark. "The drainage ducts are tight, Leo," Aria warned, her hand resting firmly on the hilt of her silver combat blade as she reached the mouth of the hatch. "They’re less than five feet wide, carved into the old industrial bedrock to drain the chemical runoff toward the coastal marshes. There's no room for tactical spacing down there. If they've left deep-cover scouts waiting in the corners, we'll be stepping straight into a blind crossfire." Leo dropped from the upper gantry, his heavy boots striking the concrete beside her wit

she reassured them. A rumble shook the ceiling as concrete shards drifted down. Artemis’s breath caught. She ducked, pressing herself to the wall in an attempt to shield herself from the spray. Then she forced herself up and resumed her path, limping toward the far end of the corridor. Her sleeve was soaked through, the water chilling her core, but she didn’t stop.

But in a way that settles in her eyes. “Another time, little star.” My heart sinks. “Professor—” “Another time.” Her voice is gentle, but not dismissive or angry. Aries lifts his head, golden eyes blinking slowly. Almost apologetically. I want to push. Gods, I want to. But something tells me she has spent years carrying whatever memories live behind those eyes. And perhaps she’s not ready to hand them over. Instead, she smiles softly. “Tell me, have you attended Professor Draven’s combat class yet?”