Faster Than Light Book Novels & Stories

Until in the end they realized that he was the reporter who had been the target. It didn't take long, the group of school children quickly caught up with Hyomi and Mira's movements. Hyomi's tiny body is designed to be able to run and move faster. The two of them got into the car still out of breath and their hearts beating uncontrollably. But his efforts were successful, so he was able to leave the apartment safely.

She said this, standing on her feet. Going towards the corner, she stretched her right hand and started chanting some words in a foreign language. Suddenly, a bright purple light appeared above her and shone all over the room. It went silent for a while, and then she started chanting again, this time quickly and in a totally different language, which was like it was known to her alone. The light dissipated. In front of Harriet, Patrilia, Kelvin, and Peter stood a dashing old man, clad in an expensive black suit and leather shoes, holding a golden walking stick in his hands that shimmered under the room.

The light from the book intensified, surrounding us until our vision dissolved completely. When I opened my eyes again, I was astonished to find that we were already standing at the very location shown in the book. “What just happened?” I knew the book contained a detailed world map and could display locations dynamically—but I had no idea it could teleport people instantly. “It’s much faster this way,” Lan said simply. He led me swiftly above the giant tree and pointed toward the canopy. A bolt of lightning struck, severing a branch. Then he gestured again; streams of clear water rose into the air, wrapped around the branch, and carried it gently into his hand.

Her heart started racing wildly the moment she put the book on her crossed lap, but more of terror than joyfulness. Lennie instantly knew there was something that she should never know hidden inside that book, but she didn’t give it a damn care. “You'd better in this fucking book, Zeno,” she murmured to herself again, and then slowly opened the book. The next moment, all of a sudden, her eyes, her face, her whole body, including her soul were caught by a flash of white light.

Call ‘Brave New World,’ Every time we create a bit more freedom and self-empowerment. Vera interrupted. 'Let’s shorten ‘Brave New World’ – bit of a mouthful I think. Just shout Huxley.' She was grinning from ear to ear. 'But of course, we are not striving for Huxley’s BNW. We want the reverse of his hell.' I stopped and considered her point. She was someone who liked games with accurate rules. That’ll be the boarding school. I made a note to myself - must get her talking about her schooldays.

As a reward for good customer service, the boss dismissed her home faster - instead of 4:45 pm, already at 3 pm, even though there were quite a lot clients. On the way home, Nadir bought the ingredients she needed to prepare chicken with cheese and grapes. This recipe caught her eye as she flipped through the cookbook while making a nutritious breakfast for Miguel yesterday. Nadir thought that since she had succeeded with breakfast, preparing dinner shouldn't be too difficult, especially if followed the recipe. Nadir liked cooking very much, although she hadn't done much of it yet. However, she wanted to try to prepare even more tasty dishes for Miguel.

He had long forgotten about it because it had been many years and not once had he ever thought about it. Carefully, Lucian unwrapped the box. Inside there was a book. It was unlike anything Lucian had ever seen. The cover was bound in dark, cracked leather, etched with symbols that seemed to shift and writhe when he looked at them. The title was embossed in gold, written in a language he didn’t recognize but could somehow read: The Laws of the Ancient Times. As he touched the cover, a jolt of energy surged through him, making his vision blur. For a moment, he saw flashes of a different world, fiery landscapes, dark thrones, and a figure cloaked in shadow. Then it was gone, leaving him breath

“Gear up. We move now.” But it was already too late. From the treeline, something surged. Not a wolf. Not a man, it was something in-between. Too tall. Too fast. Wrong. Its skin shimmered like oil. Its eyes glowed with something ancient. It moved like it had once been part of a pack, but no longer remembered how to be anything but a weapon. It was already in the yard before the second alarm sounded., and it was not alone. Jace’s blade was in his hand before he realized he’d moved. Mira was beside him, and Rhett; Rhett was in full Alpha mode, barking commands, positioning guards, coordinating defenses, but the moment their eyes met, Jace felt it snap. The bond.

They had to become the Teachers of the Transition. She pulled out her tablet and began to draft the first "Manual for the Awakened World." It wouldn't be a medical textbook; it would be a survival guide for the soul. As the sun set over San Francisco, the sky didn't turn orange; it turned a deep, shimmering iridescent purple. The "Thinning" was accelerating. From the penthouse balcony, Xander watched a flock of birds fly through a "Resonance Pocket" and emerge on the other side as creatures made of living light.

Putting his arms down he flexed his shoulders forward and flew in the zero gravity of space in the direction of the two as he tries to hone his eyesight to see what was going on. Going at a slower pace then those that were launched from somewhere he barely saw the Stronger one strike the Smaller one knocking them both sideways into into a manually made distortion at the speed of light. Quickly typing on one arm his speed increased as he tried to make it into the distortion before it closed, not paying attention to how his other arms glowed a faint golden-blue.