Bigbang Still Alive Novels & Stories

A thousand. "It's over, Dad." I coughed up a lungful of ash. "Is it?" David Brooks pointed behind me. I turned. A man was walking out of the crater. He was wearing a grey suit. He had a charcoal tie. He looked exactly like Caleb. But he was holding a baby. A baby with solid gold eyes. "The Universal Beta didn't die, Ethan," the man said. His voice was Caleb's, but the cadence was wrong. "He just moved to a more stable platform."

Adrian replied, "Look up at the sky. That huge shadow is our enemy, and he's watching us as we speak. We call him the Creator, but he's actually a destroyer." "Creator? Destroyer?" Steel clenched his fists. Adrian continued, "I'll be there in an hour." "Understood. I'll be right at the entrance to welcome you." "By the way, Jerome, Remy, Sage, Sylvia, and Strider are still alive. Tell everyone not to give up hope. Those who vanished may still be able to come back. Over and out." Steel and all the personnel were silent after the communication ended.

He looked around the chamber—at Marcus, battered but grinning; at Haley, already trying to selfie with the alien fleet data; at Olivia, quietly holding their mother's hand; at his parents, finally reunited, finally free. His pack. His family. "Tonight, we celebrate being alive." Jack smiled, and for the first time in months, it reached his eyes. "Tomorrow, we prepare for war." Outside Sterling Tower, the first rays of dawn touched the New York skyline. In the sky above, invisible to human eyes but blazing bright to Alpha senses, the beacon continued its eternal pulse. We are here. We survive. We are waiting. And in the darkness between stars, something ancient and hungry began to turn its at

What is the Great Explosion? In year 824 B.G.E. (Before Great Explosion) second generation New-Man lived on iceberg islands in communities. As various tribes and races strived to prove their superiority in technological advancements, sabotaging was common. An unknown terrorist group known as Black Blood sabotaged the Plantiumite storage on Stelecia City, the biggest iceberg on Luna belonging to the Stelen tribe.

"No, you can't burn it! I'm telling you the truth; the curse has been plotted for too long. "It can't be lifted. If we mess with it, it will backfire on all of us, and we'll all die!" I plastered a smile on my face. "Since it can't be undone, we can find someone else to take the hit. Write down the name of the person who put you up to this."

He commended on the creativity of the developers with the lore of the game and was interested in what would come next. "The planet that we're currently on is the empty husk that remained after the universe took form, now used as the underworld. And this is the skyforge of dreams, or at least what remains of it." He tapped the sphere a few times. "We don't plan on making the big bang again, but we want to resurrect the living planet that it once was. The energy of the souls that currently reside on this planet is enough for that purpose, and we hope to receive your help."

“ He's right. Three months left.” The moment he spoke it, my world shifted. I'm in a black hole. It feels like I'm in a jungle and no one's coming to save me. My planets exploded. Three months to left is not needed anymore. I already feel dead.

“Ok so this is what we talked about before, but I’m still confused. How can you be created by gods and be from, outer space?” “The powers of divinity pre-exist both space and time itself. For example, the big bang in layman’s terms is the concept that in the beginning there was nothing but dark and emptiness that stretched fourth throughout the world and that a hot spot of matter within this nothingness heated up so much that it exploded causing a mass expansion of atoms and matter creating the universe itself.” “Yeah, but what exactly does that have to do with gods.” I say further confused

Like grief given sound. "Why?" The Witness tilted its head. Confused. The Forgotten repeated the question. Louder this time. More painful. "Why are you alive?" The newborn being didn't understand. None of them did. How could they? They had only existed for hours. The Forgotten looked around. Toward the stars. Toward the Witnesses. Toward existence itself. And Nova suddenly understood. The giant wasn't angry because life existed. It was angry because life continued. After everything it had lost.

Mel remained still as a statue, a sweet aftertaste of the drink lingering in her mouth, along with a tingling sensation on her tongue and across her lips. Contrary to her expectations, the old man and young girl seemed unfazed by what had just transpired between them, and the old man announced in a low voice, “The earth now accepts you as one.” There was a monstrous cheer from behind the curtains, along with the heightened rise of music, and Mel jumped out of her skin, darting out of her trance. The old man eyed Mel, a pleasant look in his eyes, “Welcome to Grime, Mel Beowulf.”