Piter Harkonnen Novels & Stories

She stepped forward, slamming the thick stack of historical notes flat onto the central table. "The creature that attacked Brynn was a rogue scout, still consumed by the old starvation disease," Rebecca explained, her brilliant eyes sweeping across the freaked-out faces of her high command. "But their leader has regained his mind. His name is Navarien. And before anyone draws a blade or speaks of execution... you are all going to sit down, close your mouths, and read the true ledger of who we actually are."

He wasn't just the traitor anymore; he was the first success story. "I call them the Quiet Ones,” Conrick said, gesturing to the tanks. "They don't howl. They don't rebel. And they certainly don't trade their crowns for a human accountant." "You look like a corpse, Conrick," I said, a dry, sarcastic smile touching my lips. "I hope the dental plan was worth the soul. Or does Silas just pay you in embalming fluid now?" Conrick’s face twisted, a flash of the old, insecure Beta appearing before the drug smoothed it over. "Sarcasm won't save you this time. You’re in the heart of the Hive now."

She lowered the temperature of the black fire so that they won't get killed easily. All of them looked at the hologram. They saw the scene where Soheila forced the human to eat his own eyes. They all closed their eyes at that scene. All of them heard Soheila's voice, asking them. After a few seconds, one of the tortured men revealed who ordered them. “Ja-Jackarie Eudoxsus o-or-ordered us to ki-kill all of you.” The one on the left side suddenly revealed. All of the people present gasp their air even though some of them were having a difficult time because of Soheila's overwhelming aura. Elder Nathan couldn't say anything. The hologram was proof and they all know what kind of person Jackarie

“The tracker! It seems someone is trying to hack it, and once you pick that call—they will succeed.” My brows knitted. “You mean, if I pick this call, the tracker will be hacked, and I won't be able to protect Eden again?” He gave a single nod. “I have a bad feeling about that Prince….”

“Because this day was going way too orderly.” Despite everything—despite the pressure, the pain, the cosmic trial—I bark out a laugh. The ancient presence purrs. I nearly lose my footing. Gravehowl’s presence pulses with unmistakable amusement. Ah. You’ve met the Sleeper. “The what?” I gasp, steadying myself as gravity hiccups sideways. Midnight’s oldest resident, he replies calmly. Predates the Crown. Predates me. Likes jokes. Hates rules. The Arbiter rotates sharply toward the epicenter of the disturbance, sigils flaring violently. ANOMALY EXCEEDS ACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS. TERMINATION—

Elara asked, her silver eyes scanning the code. "The inside becomes the outside," Jun whispered, his voice trembling. "The Haven will turn into a cage that pulls the entire Exterminator Fleet inside its boundaries. The General isn't trying to destroy this paradise. She’s trying to occupy it. She wants to use the 'Time-Dilation' to live here for millions of years while the rest of the universe rots away." The twist was a terrifying Existential Discovery: The Haven wasn't a lifeboat; it was a Vatican-Bunker for the gods. The Precursors who refused to die were planning to hijack Elara’s creation, using her soul as the battery to power their eternal empire.

The surface of the pool began to boil, and a single, terrifying thought echoed through the entire Citadel, loud enough for even the un-Integrated to hear: "THEY ARE COMING FOR THE REMAINDER." Kael looked up. The sky wasn't falling anymore. It was Opening. A new silhouette was appearing in the upper atmosphere—not a needle, and not a sail. It was a Galactic Harvester, sent by the Auditors to reclaim the "Wasted" energy of the Quenched.

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

It was a massive, sprawling cityscape of dark metal and violet lights—a fleet of starships so large they blotted out a synthetic sun. "Impressive, Subject 001," a new voice echoed from the hologram. It was ancient, tired, and infinitely arrogant. The voice of the Prime Architect. "You have broken your chains. You have found a Navigator. But you cannot fight the tide. The Ark-Devourer fleet has entered your solar system. You have forty-eight hours until planetary harvest. Enjoy your final sunset." The hologram fizzled and died. Caleb and Scarlett looked up at the sky. The stars were still there, but now, they knew what was hiding between them.

Countdown: T-minus thirty-one seconds. The female voice from the ceiling was calm, almost kind. “Termination protocol engaged. Subject Elias Hart-Resonance, Iteration Nine. Thirty seconds to neural cascade shutdown.” The replica, Nine, was on his knees in the server room doorway, fingers clawing at the back of his own neck like he could rip the kill switch out with his bare hands. Mara stood frozen between the two men who wore the same face. One perfect.