Infiltrate The Grineer Archives Novels & Stories

But before the door closed, Alpha Aric whispered, “I will fight for it. I will gain your father’s approval sooner or later.” Lyara smiled sweetly. “Alright, I’ll leave this part to you.” *** Dawn approached with a thin mist still hanging over the Gravepine forest. The air still held traces of the night's chill. Tall branches towered overhead, forming a natural canopy that allowed sunlight to filter through only in narrow strips. Dew covered the tips of the leaves, creating a soft glimmer every time the light touched them. Without a sound, General stepped into the forest, wearing a thin leather jacket and his old hunting gear. In his hand was a long spear that had accompanied him through many

But I did. Later at night, the air is thick with rain, and the halls are nearly empty. I have been walking for hours, tracing old paths through the galleries of the pack’s stronghold. The ones most wolves have forgotten. My boots echo softly as I descend toward the archives, the place where records of every arrival, every healing, every death are kept. The archives smell like dust and memory. Old parchment. Faded ink. A history of blood and oaths. I run my fingers over the shelves until I find the records from the week Erina arrived. My pulse quickens when I see the entry:

Dante whispered, his voice echoing directly into the folds of my brain through our fractured neural bridge. The escalation was an internal assault. With every second I spent pressed against him, the corrupted files I had downloaded from his childhood began to merge with my own baseline programming. I could see the layout of the Spire’s lower laboratories flashing behind my eyelids—not as a map, but as a blueprint for a slaughterhouse.

The High Keep’s subterranean vault smelled of decaying vellum, distilled vinegar, and frozen stone. Unlike the celebratory chaos roaring through the lower courtyards of Silver Ridge, where the bonfires threw massive, dancing orange shadows against the outer walls, the archives were trapped in a permanent, dead winter. No victory hymns reached this far down. The air was thick with centuries of dust that settled over the shelves like a shroud, suffocating the secrets of dead Alphas and forgotten wars.

And I fully intended to be the only one who walked out covered in my enemy’s blood. Early in the morning, while the sprawling Vanguard fortress was still deeply buried in the dark slumber of the third watch, I slipped silently into my ruined, reinforced greenhouse. The humid, heavy air of the glass pavilion wrapped around my skin, thick with the intoxicating, violently bitter scent of the silver-leeching blood orchids. Moving with surgical, predatory precision, I completely bypassed the decorative flora and went straight to the heavy, hidden lead compartments locked beneath the stone irrigation troughs.

Chapter 16: The Intruders The lower granary was a scene of chaos. Two guards lay dead at the entrance, their throats cut. Inside, sacks of grain and wool stores were ablaze. And in the center of the room, a section of the wall had been pried open, revealing a dark, yawning tunnel mouth—the old aqueduct. Standing before it, holding a torch, was a man in Gryffen’s colors, a miner’s pick in his other hand. Around him were five others, armed and fierce. They had done their work and were preparing to flee back into the mountain’s bowels.

Seraphina murmured, stepping toward a massive recess carved directly into the solid rock wall. Instead of wood, the shelves were constructed from sheets of oxidized silver and black moonstone, stacked with thousands of stone tablets, heavy leather scrolls, and iron-bound grimoires. "They aren't just books. They're... they're memories." '​The archives of the unwritten era, little star,' Selene’s voice echoed in her mind, carrying a profound, heavy sorrow that made Seraphina's chest ache. 'The knowledge that was buried so the kings could wear their crowns. Be careful what you touch. Some secrets were meant to rot.'

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄

Rhydian told me the only unedited copy was in the Greycliff Elder archive. The pack that buried me. “Home,” I said. It felt wrong and right all at once, and I let it sit. Malek made a quiet sound. Not the almost-laugh from before, something softer. “You want to walk back into Greycliff territory,” he said, slow. “I want to walk into the Elder archive,” I said. “Greycliff territory’s just the obstacle.” Rhydian had that confirmed look again. Hoped-for, feared-for.

Kiran knocked on the window of my car and I opened the door and got out. “Are you going to sit in your car the whole day?” he asked me and his smile disappeared as he saw the look on my face. “What’s wrong?” “They’re here,” I said and a frown appeared on his face. “I’m still waiting for the file.” “What file?” “Bluebird’s hacking the network now. She’ll send me the details of the target, the client, payment, everything I need,” I said. “Keep your mouth shut until you know more,” he said and I nodded. We walked into the house and I put the food down on the counter.