Dark Consortium Stellaris Novels & Stories

The representatives from other bases had no choice but to leave, disappointed. Meanwhile, Starlight Base’s phones were practically ringing off the hook. Because of Stellar’s statement, a flood of investors came forward, eager to invest. Rendell was swamped trying to keep up, and the higher-ups at the base were absolutely thrilled. SA Base actually kicked out a genius like Stellar—what a blind mistake. Then again, thanks to their stupidity, Starlight had gotten their hands on a treasure for free. It was too late for regrets now. ... At that moment, over at SA Base—

He took a slow step closer, and though Diego’s every instinct screamed danger, he forced himself to listen. “The Board is desperate,” Bor Khulan began. “They fear what is coming—what Erika’s role in the prophecy means. But you already know that, don’t you?” Diego glanced at Erika, whose expression remained unreadable. “They have moved past containment,” Bor Khulan continued. “Now, they plan eradication.” A heavy silence fell over them. “What do you mean ‘eradication’?” Gabriel asked. Bor Khulan’s golden eyes flickered. “A cleansing. The Board has drafted an order to wipe out every rogue settlement, starting with the ones closest to their strongholds.” His gaze slid to Malrik. “Devil’s Horn i

Ethan stepped forward, his expression thunderous. "Aurora, what are you saying? This is madness!" But I pressed on, undeterred. "The real threat, the force that's been manipulating us all for millennia, is the very group we've trusted to maintain the balance. The Stellar Conclave." As if summoned by my words, the masked figures of the Conclave rose from their seats, their silver masks gleaming ominously in the ethereal light of my vortex. "Foolish child," one of them hissed, their voice dripping with disdain. "You dare to spread such lies?"

I need to make an appointment with the nearest iStore so I can go there soon. Exactly at 13h00, the door opened up, and Uuka walked in. This guy is giving off gangster vibes straight. He's wearing a white vest with a gold chain and dark blue jeans with Jordan sneakers. His cap is worn backwards and has a matchstick in his mouth. He rubs together his hands as he walks to me. “Aweh sisi.” He sits on the table. I close my laptop already annoyed. “I'm not your sister until the DNA tests say so.” He just shakes his head and plays with the matchstick in his mouth.

Sebastian leaned in, his strategic mind instantly grasping the potential. "It’s called 'The Scrap Heap' in Universal Basic," Elara smiled faintly. "It’s a hub for smugglers, mercenaries, information brokers, and outlaw arms dealers. It's the only place in this quadrant where you can buy conventional fuel by the gigaton, spare hyperdrive parts, and..." She paused, looking at Sebastian with a calculated look. "...and hire a crew of ten thousand skilled, desperate spacers who don't ask questions as long as the pay is in hard currency."

"The Spire is gone. The queen is ash. You can go home now." "It’s not over," Aris warned. He pointed to the navigation screen. The pod was moving faster now, the stars outside turning into long streaks of violet light. "The Council was just the middleman. They were the shopkeepers. We are heading to the warehouse. The Dark Sector is where the Star-Eaters are grown. And they are very, very hungry." "I don't care about the Star-Eaters!" I screamed. The grief finally boiled over, and I threw the metal bolt at him. It missed his head and clanged against the wall. "I want my husband back! I want my life back! You took everything from me!"

First profile popped up. "Let's start the intros." PROFILE 1: KIRILL VOLKOV "Head of the Volkov Family. Kirill Volkov. 58. Alpha." Dante explained. "Sharp businessman. Cars, tech. Owns half of Russia basically. Never breaks a promise. Has huge contacts. Very possessive of his family." Lorenzo nodded. Just like Dad said. PROFILE 2: ARINA VOLKOV "Second, Arina Volkov. Wife. 52. Omega."

"Three years to turn the Fifty Packs, the Northern Keepers, and the Eastern Dynasties into an interstellar war machine." He looked down at his Empress, his hand tightening possessively around her hip, his gaze filled with endless, fiery devotion. "They think they are coming to harvest a surface world," Dominic growled, his voice echoing out into the vast holographic cosmos. "They will find an Empire that owns the stars." Clara leaned back into his scorching chest, her amber eyes refocusing as she smiled with brilliant, triumphant resolve. She looked down at Prince Silas, who was softly laughing as he caught a drifting holographic star in his small hand.

They did not wish to create a Dark Strife for they had a clear understanding of the Dark World. The Dark World had a constant stream of Dark Matter, which was the fundamental ingredient for the survival of the living beings there. If there was insufficient Dark Matter, the Dark World would not be able to keep up with the demand. Dark Matter was similar to Primordial Energy in the Illuminated World. Created by Heaven and Earth, they had limited supply. Once the number of evil spirits exceeded a certain threshold, the balance would be broken. By then, some Dark Lords in the Dark World would begin fighting each other for Dark Matter, causing internal strife. Even so, they could not stop Sienna.

Nevertheless, the most important fact out of all is that these inhabitants of this planet are the species who are behind the creation and distribution of gigantic premium mobile cruises that are also called the 'The Disque Caravan'. In the night sky of this distant habitat of Darthars, a commercial stellar cruise soon entered one of the million air routes. This stellar ship had a build quality far below average. With hydraulic grease and smoke leaking out of the rusty cracks above the ionic thrusters, the ship was silently crying for urgent maintenance.