Subnautica Novels & Stories

‘I am your other mate we are destined as well habibah. That caught my attention… ‘as well?’ Did he just say one of my mates as in there are multiple? No, I could not have heard that right Ra told me there is only one mate per Annunaki that could not be right this was a trap. I pull away from him breaking our kiss as I regain my resolve for survival this bastard had another thing coming if he thought he was going to take me as a willing victim. ‘NO habibah he told you that they could only reproduce with those who they are fated to not that they only have one mate. Surely you understand why it is that it would take more than one Annunaki to return the race to their former standing.’

I gently took her arm, linking it as we walked out of the room. We entered a steel door as Talima opened with her magic. As the door heavily creeks, all I see is darkness. "What is this place?" I ask, my voice echoing through the dark space. "The artifact is kept under the castle, about 30 feet below grounds." Talima summons an orb from her cane, giving us light. It brightens up the dark as we descend. "We have to travel by foot to go down these steps."

"If it's operational, two weeks. I need parts." "Are there other toys you want to share?" Marinah inquires. Nokita is not enjoying his time in the spotlight while Marinah drills him. I never realized how fun it is looking at things from the outside while someone else leads. I cross my arms and relax somewhat. "We have a quad mini-sub that is seaworthy once the scrubber is fixed," he says. "That should take a couple of days at most." "What about an update on land vehicles?" she fires at him next.

I took a breather, took the hair rope off my head and tied it to my leg, thinking of getting up and climbing out, but the touch under my hand was strange, like something like clothes, and a sticky feeling, and I just didn't notice the smell around me, and now there's a smell in the air - a disgusting stench. A weak moonlight shone down, and I finally saw the "thing" underneath me, it was a corpse! No! It was a few people stacked together, and the hole was not a wooden spike, it was some animal or human bones! the white bones in the moonlight shine looks incomparably weird and creepy. "ah!!!!!!!!!!"

he shakes his head, grabbing a few documents from the side and reading through them, paying no attention to me anymore. I stay quiet and the trip takes 20 minutes when we appear in the docks, one I’ve never seen before, and I can guess why I’ve never been here before, my sandals hit the gravel pathway as Leonardo walks ahead of me and I follow behind patiently, the docks are lined with the largest and expensive yachts I’ve ever seen in my life, I walk forward catching up with Leonardo, what are we doing here? I thought we were going to sign the documents. “And you assumed it would be in some office? He stops brows raised

Weeks passed, and my new life in Crimson Snow Pack felt like heaven. My father didn’t know where I was, but my most trusted omega had my clothes and money sent to Crimson Snow Pack, swearing an oath not to reveal my location. At first, I had been nervous. Every sound, every unfamiliar face, every passing glance had made me feel like I didn’t belong, and that someone would recognize me, drag me back, and force me to face the consequences of what I had done.

MIA PoV The newest underwater base was a miracle of engineering and desperation — a vast network of interconnected domes and pressurized tunnels hidden miles beneath the Pacific. Twenty-one children had turned the once-sterile corridors into a living, breathing world of chaos and fragile hope. Theo and Elias led the older ones in games that echoed through the reinforced play caverns. The younger ones filled the nurseries with coos, cries, and the steady rhythm of monitors. Lyra, Kai, Rowan, Nova, Jax, and all the rescued and born-in-battle children brought endless motion and joy.

"This is Valen. Come in!" A crackle of heavy static hissed through the speaker, followed immediately by the gruff, gravelly voice of the veteran smuggler. "Valen! We thought you went down with the rig! The entire North Sea sector is crawling with automated drone patrols. Where are you?" "We're surfacing ten miles off your starboard bow in an extraction sub," Noah shouted, his eyes scanning the radar horizon as the submersible bobbed wildly on the towering swells. "I need you to launch an analog decoy missile—one of the old syndicate surface-to-air chaff bundles from your cargo hold."

"He does not die simply because an old man wills it. But his body is cannibalizing its own reserves. The adrenaline that woke him is gone. We have less than thirty minutes to reach the extraction point before his organs fail." Isabella looked up at Nikolai, her dark eyes flashing with feral, unyielding resolve in the dim yellow light. "Where is the extraction point?" "At the end of the main aqueduct," Nikolai answered, standing up and towering over the small alcove. "There is a subterranean river that flows entirely outside the valley grid. I have a submersible drone moored in the current. It is fully automated. It will carry us under the mountains and directly to the Swiss border."

We lunged inside just as a grenade detonated against the exterior of the lighthouse, the shockwave throwing us down the first dozen steps. The door sealed with a heavy, final clunk, cutting off the screams of the burning city. The Nautilus Vessel At the bottom of the stairs, floating in a dark, subterranean pool, was a craft that looked like a silver needle. It was the Vesper-01, a titanium-hulled submersible designed for silent, deep-water transit. It was the last piece of Van Dyne technology that hadn't been touched by the Ouroboros. "It’s a closed-loop system," I said, stumbling toward the hatch. "No external signals. No way for them to track us once we’re under the thermocline."