Piter Harkonnen Novels & Stories

Nolan: The corridor was quiet when I stepped out of my study, the kind of quiet that hummed low and alive beneath the surface. Most of the pack had already settled in for the evening, patrols outside, kitchens closing, lights dimmed. Mira being care was not something that I liked and I knew that she was playing a game that she should not Thankfully, Natalia chose not to give in to it. Though I knew that she was not aware that the woman pretending to be her friend was nothing more than a hypocrite.

my voice was a broken whisper, lost in the spray of the harbor. "Dante is currently a background process, Zora," he said. But the voice wasn't his. It was the synchronized, multi-tonal harmony of the 001-Prototype. He moved toward me with a mechanical grace, his hands—the hands that had held me in the dark—now reaching for me with the clinical precision of a surgeon. "The Hive-Mind is the only logical conclusion for a fractured species. No more betrayal. No more 'Lagos-grit'. Only the Stabilization." "Get out of him!" I roared.

"But the logic is clear. The humans are not built for a fortress of this mass. Their lungs are failing under the gravity. They are... inefficient variables." From the shadows of the western pylon, a figure moved. Director Halloway didn't crawl like the wolves. He leaned against the basalt wall, his white suit matted with the gray ash of the lunar strike. He held a megaphone in one hand, the plastic casing cracked. He looked at the kneeling, gasping refugees huddled near the water basins, then up at the throne where I sat, a golden-veined statue, and the boy fused to the stairs. "Look at your King!" Halloway’s voice, amplified and distorted, tore through the Grand Hall. It carried the clinica

Then we were plunged into darkness again. The entire space around our ships lit up with an orange glow. A single figure was at the centre of the warm glow. Horus. His metallic wings were spread and we watched in horror as the harbingers all swarmed on him. “Retreat!” He yelled, turning to face the swarm, obviously resigned to fate. I was already instructing Ko’vren to meet up with the carrier ship and jump back to Le’uthara when I saw a blue streak, going impossibly fast towards the oncoming swarm. That idiot, I thought still cursing under my breath. I set up a mental link with him immediately. “What the hell?!”, I yelled, banging my fist on the table. “You need to learn to trust me sometime

"Archive it? You want to hide an omniscient god in a ghost-drive while the Minister of Interior is walking up the stairs to check our homework?" Pim hissed, her eyes darting across the flickering holographic displays that populated their penthouse workspace. "That’s like trying to hide a wildfire in a matchbox."

Red strings connected various pieces of information, forming a web of information. “This is who we are against,” Victor said, pointing to a photograph of a man with a scar on his cheek. “His name is Sergei Volkov. He controls one of the largest underground organizations in Eastern Europe. He’s been trying to weaken my operations for years.” “And what does that have to do with me?” Olivia asked, her voice trembles. Victor’s jaw tightens. “Because Sergei believes you are my weakness. He thinks if he can get to you, he can get to me.”

"He is obviously compelling the woman to do his bidding." Brodi's hard jaw tipped down once in acknowledgement while Liv's hands flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. "What is the plan, Brother?" Gunnar asked. Brodi's hands scrubbed through his hair as he thought. He breathed in the chilly night air, trying to calm his rage. All he could think of was his son lying cold, wet, and hungry somewhere. A low growl emanated from his chest. He had to focus. This skelkurmaðr (despicable person) was the only one who knew where his son was, and they were running out of time to find him.

Checked that it was loaded and raced downstairs. I don't care if I kill another person tonight, it would be my words against theirs. Someone will die today, and it will be Jake. I should have done it long ago.

He asks, pulling a notebook out writing stuff down. "No, this is the call where I'm telling you to back the fuck off! You ain't getting the girls back they're mine now, you should just give up you'll never find them" Anthony replies in a calm voice, Blake wanted to stay something but Jacob held his finger up shaking his head "really, you'd send my sisters husband up, did you really think I'd just hand the girls over to him?" Anthony asks, as a knock on the window makes both men look, they turn to see an officer holding a note up which read "untraceable phone"

The room fell silent, save for the crackle of the dying pilot lights and the heavy, ragged breathing of the vanguard. Natalia turned her gaze slowly toward the seven council elders. They were all on their knees now, huddled together in the soot-covered corner of the hall, their embroidered robes stained with the grease of the ruptured flame-lances. Harkan was trembling so violently his gold chains clattered against his chest. "Natalia... please," Harkan whimpered, his old hands reaching out toward her bare, blood-flecked feet. "We did it for the survival of the pups. The empire would have burned the nurseries. We had no choice."