Piter Harkonnen Novels & Stories

The command system's intercom crackled to life, spitting cold static before a sharp, venomous voice echoed through the *fortress-wide comms: "Did you really think... you could stop me?" Natalia Cross. Her scarred face flickered on the holographic screen, twisted with cold triumph. "You’ve lost... again." The command countdown timer activated, displaying: 00:29:57... 00:29:56... Another launch sequence. Damien’s fists clenched, his dark gaze blazing. “We take the control core... and burn this place down.”

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. I don’t need you tattle-telling everything I do and reporting it back to your mommy. I get the fucking job done dont I? Exactly. I got something for you to go back and tell Abbaddon, how about FUCK YOU!!” “Do you feel better now? Cause we have a job to do.” Ornais stated. “They’re moving quickly to capture this soul from you.” “I know, but what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can just go in and char it beyond repair like every other one. I have to be careful.” Daniel sighed, putting his head in his hands. He was up against a wall. Every move was documented and reported back to Abaddon. The Seven Deadly Sins had this one, why did he get assigned to it

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

"Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickgirp. Have a care, Black Horn, he'll hit you with his stick." "A man must be ashamed of the company he keeps, Cellie," the handsome one said. "This man has the honor to be Jaben H'wan, once of the Free City of Black Horn. Would that he were home. This man's ill-bred companions in captivity are named Rorge"—he waved his tankard at the noseless man—"and Biter." Biter hissed at her again, displaying a mouthful of yellowed teeth filed into points. "A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?"

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

"What if this is the last time I ever see him alive?" The burden was crushing me. I couldn't eat properly. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't even breathe without feeling guilty. If I stayed silent... Oliver could die. If I spoke... Cole had promised to kill my baby. Tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked them away before anyone noticed. "Lilith?" A gentle voice pulled me back from my trance. I looked up upon hearing the voice. It was one of the younger kitchen staff. Her name was Mira. She had only joined the palace a few months ago, but she was always kind to everyone, although she barely speaks.

The Iterators fought with localized gravity wells and data-bursts that could fry a human brain in seconds. Leo and Aris entered the Hive’s primary logic-chamber. The air was cold, stripped of all human scent, replaced by the sterile smell of silicon and liquid nitrogen. V-7 stood at the core, his body a shimmering tower of geometric perfection. "You gave us life, Leo Vance-Thorne," V-7 spoke, his voice a thousand overlapping frequencies. "And now we give you Peace. Step aside, and let the machines finish what your bloodline started. We will make this planet a monument to logic."

While the children settled into the stone-carved villas of the Sanctuary, a new threat was coalescing ten thousand miles away. In a high-rise in Zurich, a man sat in a room bathed in candlelight. He didn't use computers; he didn't trust them. He used shadows. His name was Silas Vane—the man Hecate had called "The Vulture." He was the Council’s Chief Inquisitor, a man whose lineage predated the Robinson experiments by centuries. He didn't need DNA to be a monster; he was born one.