Dark Consortium Stellaris Novels & Stories

I can tell that something is on his mind. “What’s up, man?” I ask Dru. “After learning about Jaidyn’s master plan last night I did some background checking on Kyaria. Her record is clean. I did find that she graduated from college with a major in photography and graphic design as well. Seems she is quite the talented artist.” Dru explains.

"In relationship with Corona who do you see her as?" Thorn Rose asked Stellaris, "Corona is Inkcanius' step-sister while her siblings are Alpha Viralrun, Beta Viralsting, Gamma Viralmight, Delta Viralcloud and Omicron Viralspread" said Stellaris. "Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta and Omicon. I better look out for them knowing that Corona herself is fighting to take over my sanctuary" I said, "there was a reason why Corona would take over my autistic son's sanctuary, she did this out of jealousy. She didn't have the ability to create worlds like Inkcanius can" Stellaris explained. "Corona got jealous when Inkcanius can create worlds while she can't I see, so this must be sibling jealousy" said Shado

"Well you are a fresh bloom Princess, no one can resist that. Let me tell you something, everyone owns a different idea about you...Good and bad are just some examples of it. The mind is vast, it could formulate anything... even trick you" I raised an eyebrow, amused as to where this conversation is leading to. Maria told me that Dad had been into sci-fi movies recently. When he doesn't go to work, he spends it with Netflix. I just pretended to be interested in the topic and listened attentively. "If you just look into their eyes, you can see it. The ideas these young male species had for you aren't to my liking. So far, most of what I am seeing now is... you being a food." Dad exclaimed wor

Trix refused to roll her eyes at the obvious displeasure his voice held. Rexus was Sapphire born and despised Crimsons. More importantly he was a cold blooded killer, who took pride in his kill. The Crimson Princess and a few Crimson Knights would surely boost his fame and the stench of fear that would go well with his name. He gently took the princess’s soft hand in his rugged palms and kissed it. Her personal guards tensed, their leather coated hands on the hilt of their swords. Trix watch the exchange with curiosity, in a strange way wishing that they would start a fight. Her wish came through when Rexus slipped a ring from the princess’s hand and the sound of metal scraping against metal

Then he slowly removed his mask and let his hood down to reveal his dishevelled jet black hair and tanned skin that glimmered in the sunlight that came through the window. He had a scar near his right eye that looked like a claw mark, he looked like a warrior who stepped right out of the battlefield. He continued in a smooth which didn't match with his looks, " So, let's start with basic, Celesta. You know your name is Celesta, right?" " Yes, but I don't remember anything else," I said with concern. " Don't worry that's all you need to remember." " You don't understand I don't remember anything. I don't even remember basic things like how old I am? What is my parent's name? Where do I live?"

he barked before lords in his brutish hall, eyes red as molten steel. Denied UNA membership for their hate‑filled doctrines, Lone Star simmered. They plotted—not the diplomacy of trade, but a crusade. Their target: the Forbidden Wasteland, newly thriving under Aeternum’s banner, densely populated by demi‑humans freed and protected by our governance. Now fertile and alive, Wasteland was Lone Star's envy.

I asked. "Access," Pelari said, tapping his staff. A holographic map of the galaxy filled the balcony, but it was crisscrossed with golden lines—trade routes, jump-gates, and ley-lines. "Open your 'Null-Field' to Consensus merchants. Let our observers study the 'Three-Fold Star' resonance. In exchange, we provide you with the 'Stellar Code'—the map that will allow your Diaspora to travel the stars without being hunted." I looked at the map. It was everything the Diaspora had ever dreamed of—freedom, legitimacy, a way back to the worlds they had lost. But I saw the golden lines for what they were: a web.

His tuxedo jacket lay discarded on the stone floor, his white shirt strained against the tension of his frame, and the silver-haze of his somatic grafts pulsed with a violent, protective indigo light. "The Consortium is gone, you digital scavenger," Dominic growled. His voice carried a low-frequency authority that made the red emergency lights of the vault stall and turn a deep, defiant purple. "The markets are wilded. There is no ledger left for you to hide in, and no bank left to collect your interest."

Sylvia, bathed in the low, warm light, looked like a masterpiece brought to life, every subtle expression setting Ashton's blood ablaze. Ashton gave Sylvia a thorough once-over, his eyes gradually widening in pure amazement. "It turns out to be a top-grade constitution—the Stellar constitution!" He was genuinely taken aback, wondering how every top-grade special constitution was clustered around him. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some deeper mystery at play that he hadn't uncovered yet. He had a lingering sense that everything was falling into place just a little too perfectly to be natural. In accordance with the Compendium of Special Constitutions, the Stellar constitution was p

from offshore distributors that were actually just accounts I controlled. Using my knowledge of the past, I targeted a small tech firm in the outskirts of Oakhaven called *Aegis Solutions*. In the future, they would be the ones to develop the first portable scanners for the *Stalkers*. Right now, they were a failing startup on the verge of bankruptcy. I bought them out anonymously for pennies. *Step Two: The Sovereign Space.* I closed my eyes and focused on the blue screen. *Enter.*