Artemis Dune Leak Novels & Stories

"ah!!!!!!!!!!" I couldn't care less about the pain coming from my calf, so I jumped up and tried to climb up, but there was no place to climb on the wall of the pit, and the only depression on it was the unreadable seal script, which seemed to become more clear after being stained with my blood. Probably too much blood loss accompanied by excessive shock, my brain began to confuse, and fell back heavily, desperately looking at the moon hanging in the night sky, cursing the son of a b***h who tricked me into coming here.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

“I tried to hold on to you. I tried to keep you with me. But I think... I think I was holding on to the pain instead.” The necklace glowed red before beginning to melt. My chest tightened, and my legs gave out. I dropped to my knees, sobbing into my hands. Aria was beside me instantly, her hand warm and steady on my back. “Let it out,” she whispered. And I did. Every scream that had never left my throat. Every tear I didn’t cry that I held in. Every night I’d curled up wondering what I did wrong. When the flames finally died, the necklace was gone. All that remained was it's ash.

​The airlock of Outpost 7 didn't hiss; it screamed. As the pressurized seal broke, the artificial atmosphere of the Lunar Dome collided with the vacuum of the Tycho Crater. Leo Vane was the first one through the breach, his amber-etched arm glowing with a frantic, blinding intensity that cut through the sterile blue emergency lights of the corridor. ​"Ren, Maya, stay in the Triad-Link!" Leo commanded, his voice vibrating through the neural-coms. "The gravity here is only sixteen percent of Earth’s. If you lose your footing, you’re just a target in the air."

Artemis’ number to verify Andrius’ claims. “Is this Dr. Artemis’ clinic? I am Noelle Freely of the local police department. I am trying to verify Andrius Moonshade’s claims. This is related to a murder, so please answer honestly. Dr. Artemis, last night, from 7 p.m. to 10 p.m., what were you doing and who were you with?” Dr. Artemis answered honestly, “I was having dinner with Andrius and my granddaughter, Lyra.”

POV: Luther Cain I crashed through the emergency exit, blood dripping down my arm. The explosion in the sacred room had caught me off guard. Amara was stronger than I'd expected. "Sir! We need to escape!" A guard with black eyes grabbed my shoulder. "The Artemis Pack has breached the main gate." I shoved him away. "Tell me something I don't know!" Everything was falling apart. Twenty years of planning, of patient waiting, all falling in a single night. I'd underestimated Elias Beaumont's resolve to make things right with his mate.

I knew I was missing something there, something hidden in Larminiel's words. Maudie shot me a look of disgust as she got up to leave. She was the first to depart. The shapeshifter shot me one last curious look before he followed Maudie out. Evandrus stayed in his seat watching me as well as Larminiel and Stoic. The dwarf and fairy hopped off their chairs and left rather quickly. "Where is Artemis now?" Evandrus finally asked. "Dead." I said flatly. Evandrus looked at me unsure of my answer. I guess he thought I was lying. I rolled my eyes. "Check the tree of life when you go back."

"I need to confirm the coordinates are completely outside the known flight corridors." Artemis didn't look up, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "It’s on the secure thumb drive, Charon. Next to the coffee cup. And for your information, the coordinates aren't outside the known corridors. They are using a discarded, ancient military path that only gets dusted off once every fifty years. It's safe. Your job is to make sure no one tries to hack the temperature controls on my ghost drones."

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.

When all had reached their positions, Kyle sent up a puff of flame too small for any enemy to recognize as a signal. “Dove I’m warning you, if you even think of going rogue, I will seal you myself. We both know I have the power to do it. You are my brother, and I love you, but when the Fang takes you, a part of you disappears.” Artemis whispered. In return all he got was a snort from Dove. “Let’s go. This is around the place we picked up on Bri before, she should still be near. How do we get underground from here?” Artemis asked.