Subnautica Below Zero Robin X Alan Novels & Stories

The blanket wrapped around us, making everything hazy—except for that smile. Could I— The sound of the door opening made us both lift the blanket and look up. Julian, Orion's third assistant and loyal follower in his small group, stood there. "Time for work?" I asked, grimacing as Orion stood up. He nodded. "Yeah. Sorry, I wish I could play with you both longer. But—" Julian cleared his throat, and Orion let out a deep sigh. "Yeah, see you tonight. Bye, little boy!" he said to Alvin before striding to the door and leaving with Julian.

The realization dawned that the threat they faced extended beyond the sinister group, reaching into the depths of the unknown that awaited them below. "Take Rylan's body home," Luna instructed, her voice steady despite the grief that weighed on her heart. "And fortify the guardianship across Nampa. We can't afford to leave any vulnerabilities exposed, especially now that the danger has escalated." The soldiers, their expressions a mix of sorrow and determination, nodded in acknowledgment. Rylan, once a vital member of their pack, would be laid to rest with the honor and dignity befitting a fallen warrior. As they departed, Luna, Alpha Burst, and Alpha Zephyr turned their gaze back to the ent

“You will go down to the city to find your Luna? Is that what you are telling us, Cole?” Cole at this moment was standing on the platform, where five old councils of their packs are eyeing him in their respective seats. After the conversation, he had with Jacob, and after knowing how he will find his Luna, Cole decided to go down to the city to socialize with humans so he can find his mate. “Yes, and I have decided to leave early tomorrow,” Cole answered as the four councils whispered to each other, while Pablo is still eyeing Cole and he sees the seriousness of the decision their alpha made.

He unlatched his heavy tactical shoulder guards, narrowing his massive frame so he could navigate the narrow concrete opening. "They're running toward the harbor mainframe keys," Leo said, his deep voice dropping into a quiet, gravelly register that made the concrete walls of the hatch vibrate. "If they reach the lower bay valves before we secure the terminal, they’ll dump the entire reserve of wolf-bane toxin into the marsh run to cover their retreat. Aria, stay behind my shoulder plates. Keep your magic dialed to the immediate corners." He descended into the dark chute first, sliding down into the cold, damp air of the subterranean drainage system.

This must be how human girls look at those pop stars. “Maybe a shirt too,” Catrina mumbles and conjures a shirt. The man smirks as he puts it on. I’m sad he put a shirt one. I can tell Catrina is too. “I’m Alan, Captain of B Squad, Great Neck Pack under Alpha Edumand Rodes,” Alan holds out his hand for Catrina. They shake and then he turns to me. His hand is bigger than my face. I shake it. “We are going to the coven house,” Catrina tells him.

What happened to the asshole Alistair, who was grumpy as long as the moon and the Sun were existing? Why is he acting so different? Is this just sarcasm or a joke? Or is he really trying to be nice? Whatever it is, he is acting damn funny because I am not used to him being like this at all. Taking his assignments seriously? Not misusing his power? What is happening here? * * * * * * * * Zane’s POV I walked beside Amelia as I took her to one of the quietest places in the world. Not only that, this place was my escape and even I was surprised when I thought about bringing her here.

"If we step out of this hatch, there's no turning back. We find the core chamber, we pull Matteo out of his cell, and we shut down Thorne's network permanently." "I'm ready, Papa," Leo replied. The boy unclipped his ruggedized tablet from his chest harness, sliding it securely into his side pocket before pulling on his heavy-duty thermal gloves. There was no hesitation in his movements—only the cold, terrifying efficiency of a child forged in the crucible of a shadow war. Noah cycled the submersible's internal airlock, equalizing the pressure with the station's dry dock before spinning the heavy manual wheel of the outer hatch.

Outside the Citadel — Tunnel Entrance Alexander and Elias reached the cliffside tunnel entrance— a rusted metal grate half-buried in ice. Wind howled across the rocks. Distant alarms echoed from the fortress. Sable crouched near the grate, clearing the ice with her gloves. “This is it,” she said. “Sub-Level drainage system. Leads straight under the Citadel.” Alexander peered into the darkness. “We have to crawl?” “Walk, eventually,” Sable said. “But the first section is narrow.” Alexander looked at Elias. “You okay fitting through?” Elias’s eyes glinted. “My form can compress. I’ll manage.”

"Rendezvous in sixty seconds. Get your clothes on. The Council doesn't like surprises." Abram rolled off Elara, his movements sluggish and pained. He leaned against the opposite wall, his eyes fixed on the tablet. "The virus," he wheezed. "Is it finished?" "The core is gone," Elara said, pulling her clothes back together with shaking hands. "Sloane is blind. But that just means he’s going to start swinging in the dark." The submersible breached the surface with a violent lurch. The hatch hissed open, revealing a massive, floating platform in the middle of a black, churning sea. High-intensity floodlights blinded them, the white glare reflecting off the rain-slicked deck.

" I adjusted the webbing across my chest. Caleb’s weight shifted. His head lolled against my neck. His skin was the color of a wet sidewalk. Cold. So cold I couldn't feel his pulse through my shirt. "Because the drilling started ten minutes ago." Abigail pointed a shaking finger at the ceiling. The vibration hit my feet. A low, rhythmic thrumming that made the rats in the tunnel shriek and scatter. David’s team. They weren't coming for survivors. They were coming to gut the mountain. "I have the map to Sub-Level Zero." Abigail reached into her pocket. She pulled out a cracked tablet. The screen flickered with a blueprint of the Brooks Global vault. "But look at the gate, Ethan. Look at the c