Slugterra Novels & Stories

Lyra said, pulling her terminal from the dock conduit and strapping her lightweight equipment pack securely across her shoulders. ​She stepped out into the blinding tropical downpour, her boots splashing through the oil-slicked puddles as she sprinted toward the moving transport sled. Ahead of them lay the monolithic, windowless concrete structure of the Tuas Server Hub a physical fortress holding half the brain of the dying beast, its automated cooling vents exhaling a thick cloud of white vapor into the dark Singapore night.

I hated how raw my voice was, but the unshed tears tore at me. Adelaide’s eyes watched me, as if she was trying to pull the truth from me by looking at me. “Yeah, we can. Come on,” she said finally, not pressing the subject. “Oh, and while we’re here. You’re Tara, another rogue passing through, not pack.” Before I could ask why, she continued walking. I followed her and as she stopped to speak to people, she introduced me as just another rogue.

He looks up at me and smiles, “You’re awake. Get dressed. I’ll take you to a place.” Does he think he can compensate me by taking me to a nice place and saying something nice? “The garden? No, Nyx, it won’t work again…” “The Moon Square.” Here we are at the Moon Square. It’s a circular clearing, at the center of which is a large stone platform. It’s carved with many intricate patterns, adding a touch of sacredness to the square. That’s where Nyx and I stand. More and more pack members gather below the stone platform. When they look up at their alpha, they also see me. God, this is the first time I face so many pack members. It makes me chicken out nervously.

Ayra cursed when she realized that she had broken into a pack territory and from the looks of it, they weren't going to let her go just like that. One of the brown wolves growled and signaled to the others. “Surrender Rogue, don't make us use the tough way on you” the other half naked guy on the tree said. “Never, I rather die than surrender” Ayra growled with gritted teeth, she could feel the world around her spinning but she wouldn't succumb to them. “Then we have no other choice” The last thing Ayra saw before she blacked out was the other half naked guy flipping down from the tree.

My eyes watered from the glare, and I shut them again. After a few seconds, when the light dimmed slightly, I opened my eyes. I grabbed my sword and tried to strike at Stalagtor, but its rocky surface made it almost impossible to inflict any damage. Stalagtor’s tail swiped at my head, forcing me to jump to the side and dodge it. I moved my legs swiftly to avoid another swipe as the tail tried to grab my ankle, managing to step aside and keep moving. It was only a matter of time before it caught me.

The stench of blood and decay is overwhelming. "Finish them off!" she screams, sending another wave of dark power. With every surge, they grow stronger and more terrifying. "Connor Blazeheart, wake up now! Remember your mother, your sister, your wife. That monster isn’t what you think it is!" Uriel manages to break free just as the ice holding Connor wears off. The alpha crashes into one of the massive trees, growling in frustration at missing his target. "What the hell is going on?" Kaelan shouts, struggling to throw off six of the pack members. It’s proving far more difficult than he anticipated.

I wasn’t sure if Luna had informed him of the decision this late at night. Seeing my silence, Kelvin let out a low, mocking laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt. His wolf mirrored the same smugness, as though no one but him could ever be my mate. He turned to Amanda and said, with exaggerated sarcasm, “You’re mistaken, my Luna. There is one more option—a rogue wolf. You remember him, don’t you? The one exiled from our pack three years ago. Oh right... I nearly forgot I even had a younger brother.”

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

None dared to speak. “Next,” a gruff voice called. A hand shoved her forward. Charollet stumbled up the steps of the platform, blinking under the glare of torchlight. A hush fell over the crowd of bidders. “Lot Forty-Seven,” the announcer declared. “Nineteen years. Rogue-raised. Never shifted. Suspected human. Untouched.” A collective murmur passed through the crowd. Some scoffed. Others leaned forward in interest. Charollet kept her eyes down, jaw clenched.

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.