Subnautica: Below Zero Penguins Novels & Stories

The twenty-five from Zanes pack, twenty-eight of my people, and the rest were panthers who had been trickling in the past few hours. I ran in the very front, Zane and Nate at my flank, followed by Willow, Levi, Leo, and a blonde guy that I hadn't learned the name of yet. For the first half, we were in animal form. Nate gave everyone this very interesting... Fanny pack? For lack of a better word. It stayed on around your middle, in wolf or human form. It had enough room for my shirt, underwear and socks, and pants. They were very tightly crammed in there, but they were in there. The ones of us that wore shoes, carried them in our mouths. A lot of the more nomadic panthers wore nothing but the

NOAH The boardroom on the top floor of the Aurora Wolves executive offices felt less like a meeting space and more like an execution chamber, the massive mahogany table polished to such a high shine that I could see the distorted, pale reflection of my own face staring back at me as I tried to keep my breathing steady.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

"Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland" Wait a minute...... "You don't mean right this instant do you?" I asked "surely you can give me a few days to process all these and prepare myself" "I'm afraid not honey. The fact that you are alive and I found you so easily means that others can find you too. You are a very rare being little Azura, and you have lots of enemies. J could sense the energy from your power from miles away. So you are too vulnerable right now". Aunt Anna explained.

"That witch isn't dead yet, but she's going to be soon! Now, more importantly, I've got news! Portville has heated up again, so it’ll probably be our turn soon. Just wait! Those idiots are still stocking up on those useless down jackets and thermal blankets, so let's just watch them die from heat when they can't even get a single ice cube, haha!" Charles laughed proudly, Iris looked vicious, while Kate and Arthur both wore twisted, sinister expressions.

Elara commanded, her voice cutting through the roar of the wind. Zane stepped onto the prow of the ship. His Living Crystal arm began to hum, a deep sapphire light piercing the gale. He wasn't just seeing the path; he was feeling the "Static Wall" of the Vanguard’s Null-Tech. Where the air was the coldest and the silence the most "hollow," that was where the enemy lay. Project Tectonic Lift Four thousand meters below the ship, the Trench-King reached the entry point of the sub-glacial tunnel. With it were five hundred Abyssal shifters, their translucent bodies glowing with a dim, eerie green.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, boss. I'm just complaining. Let's go shoot some aliens." They walked into the server room. The ambient blue light of the pods pulsed like a slow heartbeat. Ren climbed into his gel-seat, letting the cold fluid contour to his spine. He pulled the Aegis-Pro helmet down over his face, the pressurized seals locking him into the dark. "Squad Zero, link up." [INITIATING FULL-DIVE NEURAL SYNC...] [TARGET ZONE: SECTOR 4-DELTA (SCOURGE BIO-HUB)] [WARNING: HOSTILE POPULATION DENSE.]

Through the haze of the deep, a structure began to emerge from the silt of the seafloor. It wasn't a wreck. It was a dome—a sleek, obsidian iris built into the very tectonic plates of the North Sea shelf. This was the Nadir, the Owners' true sanctuary, the subterranean twin to the orbital Apex. Dante steered them toward a pressurized airlock near the base of the dome. His movements were slowing, his muscles seizing from the extreme cold, but his grip on Ivy never wavered. He slammed a palm against the external sensor.

89 FAILED ATTEMPT TO RESCUE PENELOPE UNDER THE SEA The night came faster than expected, soon a helicopter arrives, dropping them off to the ocean of Russia safely, unseen. Rikko put the oxygen tube in his mouth and gave Shaun a nod, swimming down to the lab where Penelope was preserved. The Censor are all gone, easier for Rikko to take the lead followed by Shaun, underwater creatures flee upon seeing them, water weeds getting taller than their height as they go deeper, almost like a crowded street on land.

No permanence. Only movement. The Sub-Zero trenches had become their refuge—long, narrow cuts carved into the frozen earth, covered with scavenged steel and ice slabs. They slept beneath the ground like corpses waiting to be buried properly. When they hunted, they did it fast. Brutal. Efficient. Raw meat. Still steaming in the cold. Because smoke meant death. Drone strikers patrolled the skies now—silent hunters that scanned for heat signatures. One flame, one flicker of warmth, and missiles would fall like divine judgment.