Subnautica Story Novels & Stories

Kronika murmured, casting a wary glance around the eerie surroundings. So Kronika, Cetrion, Meridia and I walked deep into Deepsea Metro, I was holding my X-Blade just in case if any hostiles we might encounter. Suddenly I saw a faint glow, like a barrel fire burning as we arrive at the main station I was amazed to see survivors from the Killswitch Blast and Corona’s Planetary takeover. I looked to see Karuji Bikinilaugh; leader of the Friendly Strangers Gang that I joined as their first offical member. “Karuji!?” I said with amazement on seeing an old friend. Karuji turned to see me alive carrying the unconscious Callie and with allies; Cetrion, Kronika and Meridia. "No way… Arnold!?” Said

Luna confronted the Alpha. "Because I made a promise to my late father that no one would know about the way to the surface. It was meant to be a secret only for our family's legacy. I couldn't reveal the existence of life below the surface, as it ensured the longevity of our family's heritage. Unlike if we were to ascend to the surface, my ancestors believed that the beings above were far more powerful than us," the Alpha explained.

So basically, we do a lot of work under the shadows. But anyways that's about all on our pack. But one thing that changed the most within these 6 years is that the pack members became more trusting of each other. I even found out that Zack was originally a soon to be alpha, but his dad died, and his uncle took over and kicked the true heir out of the pack so now he's here along with Sarah. And as time gone pass, I also told them my story starting from when I was 5 years old until I escaped the Night Moon Pack and meeting them.

In the Kingdom of Texi, ministers seethed as their traditional fishing guilds declared they could no longer compete. In Twain Kingdom, nobles mocked the Magic Nets publicly but held emergency meetings behind closed doors to commission spies and engineers. In non-UNA empires, unease grew. The idea that a teenage demi-human girl could shift the power of oceanic commerce filled their halls with whispers. The documentary ended with a powerful shot: ANS Harvester, sailing toward the horizon as dozens of captured water-spheres floated above its deck, each glowing softly under the sunset. “This,” said Quara in her final narration, “is not just a tale of invention. This is Aeternum. A nation of tomo

After we became mates, Johnny was so afraid Zack would threaten his position that he locked Zack away. As I stood at the entrance of the manor, I crushed the only blooming rose at the gate with my hand. Zack was nearby, leaning against the doorframe, a charming and cunning smile on his lips. "Looks like you're in trouble, Honored Luna?" I nodded lightly, crushing the petals in my hand. "It's time for the pack to have a new Alpha." When Johnny returned from his trip, I would give him a surprise he would never forget.

Just like dozens of other children living here. The realization left an uncomfortable weight in my chest. I forced a smile. “Maybe.” Anna’s eyes immediately lit up, “Is it going to be an adventure?” I blinked. “An adventure?” She nodded enthusiastically. “I heard Alpha talking in the woods yesterday.” I froze. “He was with another man.” “What were they talking about?” Anna scrunched up her face while thinking. “A mountain, I think.” My stomach tightened slightly. “A mountain?” She nodded again. “They were looking for something.”

Lives never lived. Suddenly she understood. The Unwritten weren't people. Not exactly. They were stories. Rejected stories. Forgotten futures. Abandoned possibilities. Everything creation had chosen not to become. And now they had returned. The revelation nearly crushed her. There were trillions of them. Countless unrealized futures. Countless discarded destinies. Countless forgotten worlds. All of them staring at her. All of them waiting. The little girl smiled. "You inherited everything." Nova couldn't breathe. The girl nodded.

A small, black submarine rose from the churning water at the edge of the plaza. "Get in," Eleanor commanded. "If you want your son back, you have to stop being billionaires. You have to become the very ghosts you were running from." Xander crawled to my side, his hand finding mine in the wreckage. He was pale, his pulse thready, but his eyes were clear. "We'll find him, Sara," he whispered. "No matter how long it takes. No matter how many heads we have to take to get there." We stepped into the submarine as the Citadel vanished beneath the waves, the trillion-dollar "Sovereign Trust" notification still pinging on phones all across the globe. We had made the world rich, but we had lost everyt

a god and returned to tell the "Source-Code." The Logic-Gate of the New Reality As they reached the shoreline, a "Low-Frequency" vibration echoed through the trees. Out of the "Labyrinth" of the forest emerged a fleet of "Recycled" trucks and "Analog" scouts. These weren't "Sovereign" terminators; they were the "Subway Resistance," led by a "Broken" but "Dominating" Jax.

I say, shortly crossing my arms. “I am the leader of the North Moon wolf pack. Jake is my beta, second in command. This is his mate, Molly.” He gestures towards the young woman. “We are werewolves. You were kidnapped by our rival pack because you are my mate and the future Luna of our pack. I’ve been watching you from a distance, waiting for you to turn 18. I thought it might make everything easier on you. Yesterday I went looking for you, but it was too late. Sam got to you first. I’m sorry I should have come for you sooner.” “Your werewolves?” I laugh, “Is this some kind of prank?”