Romans & histoires Subnautica

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

The sub immediately went back into the water while I hid behind one of the large wooden crates. “Nathalia, be careful.” was all I heard from him. “Roger that.” I said as I ducked and moved from crate to crate until I saw where the huge submarine of the enemy was parked. Weird. Why aren’t there any people guarding the area? Or even the sub? I looked around and still couldn’t find anyone. I guess they were just being too complacent and or are busy chasing after the rest of my team. I hastily ran to where the crane was, hoping to find Jack. But just as I rounded a corner I had to stifle a gasp and a scream as a very large humanoid croc with tentacles for arms was eating something.

I'm pretty sure that Lena knew I'm Leon's fiance. "Are you Leon's girlfriend? We saw the news and you're really pretty." "She's not Leon's girlfriend, they both are close friends. Don't believe the media.." Lena said and I'm a little bit confused here. "Auntie Lena." We all turned to see- wow. "Adam, this is Ivory. Ivory, this is my nephew, Adam." Lena introduced me to the handsome Adam. Is this what God created 2000 years ago? I mean.. amazing.

He now realised that she would never change, and just like Ethan McCloud, he was another stepping stone she was no longer in need of. Sebastien went to the wardrobe in the hotel room and began to pack his things. "Where are you going?" She asked him, and he did not respond. He focused on the task and ensured he packed all his stuff. Once he was one, he looked at her and smiled. 'I hope you enjoy your time as Luna of Whitewood because I doubt it will be pleasant or last. I have been assigned to take over Ceenas as its new Alpha. Goodbye, Cynthia and please do not contact or call me when shit blows up in your face. I am not only ending this; I am moving on.

she said, rolling her eyes. Sheila notices how Margret stares at her. she feigned a smile, pretending not to be affected. After they had introduced themselves, there was a call for a meeting in the assembly hall, of which the congregant assembled themselves in the large hall. They all looked anxious waiting for the information to be passed. They whisper to each other asking if anyone knew why they had summoned them for a meeting. It was in the meeting that Garrett announced to the whole pack that Sheila is his Luna. Then Garrett’s father Alexander announces that the Luna celebration will take place in the next full moon. After that, Garrett can take his rightful place as the alpha of the pac

"Sierra! Over here! The survival raft is open!" I began to swim toward him my arm pulling Leo tight against my neck as my numb left leg trailed behind me in the freezing current.. As I took my second stroke through the oily water a sudden massive shadow materialized directly beneath my feet. The matte-black Chronos prototype drone hadn't sunk. It was hovering still just two inches below the surface of the translucent green waves its circular camera lens spinning slowly in the dark water as its pale white light locked directly onto the floating green blanket around my son’s chest.

Silas drew a line between them. It passed beneath—We all stopped. The Luna Survival Games arena. My stomach dropped. Sebastian looked at me. “The laboratories could be beneath the Games themselves.” Xela went very still. I stared at the map. At the arena where women fought, bled, were injured, and were eliminated. An endless supply of contestants with different bloodlines, wolves, magical abilities, and physical traits. Women whose deaths everyone had already been trained to accept. No questions asked, no investigations, and no bodies expected back except sealed coffins.

​11:15 PM. The Nautilus Platform, North Atlantic. ​A harsh alarm klaxon blared through the narrow, rain-slick corridors of the Nautilus, its amber emergency lights casting violent flickering shadows across the rusted steel bulkheads. Water dripped continuously from the overhead pipes, splashing onto the cold deck as the storm outside hammered the superstructure with unrelenting force. ​Julian and Dominic moved in total synchronization down the sub-level maintenance gangway. They operated as a single, lethal unit—one covering the high angles while the other cleared the blind corners, their shared instincts bridging years of separation without a single spoken word.

TIME: 03:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 8 - THE "DEEP SUMP." STATUS: EXILE. They didn't find a spaceship to whisk them away. They didn't find a secret rebel base with hot food and soft beds. They found sewage. Ren Walker, formerly the top sniper in Aegis Online and briefly a millionaire, was currently wading through thigh-deep sludge in the lowest drainage tunnels of Aethelgard. This was the Deep Sump—the subterranean intestine where all the city's chemical runoff, biological waste, and industrial slurry flowed before it was pumped out to the dead ocean.

"I smashed it to stop your initial purge command! I need a hardline connection to the core server if you want those funds." Julian scoffed, shaking his head with a theatrical, exaggerated sigh. "Don't play games with me, Elara; I know you have contingency protocols baked into every circuit of this rotting island." He pointed down at the yellow maintenance submersible suspended over the churning water of the dock. "The sub's nav-comms console has a direct uplink to the surviving satellite array. Use it, and you have exactly sixty seconds before Dante’s brain stem completely liquefies."