First Contact War Novels & Stories

he was laughing hard before the video signed off. Dunreft stared at the empty screen. And for a moment, he waited further, for someone else, perhaps an enemy leader, to appear in the video but there was just a blank screen. Dunreft thought it dismaying. 15 years of battle yet not one instance of contact. The unknown invaders just kept on sending forces--- a never-ending reinforcement, reducing the war to utter senselessness. And now for the first time ever WDF has received their first ever communication with the enemies, yet not one enemy leader bothered to honor them with a face.

The shadows began to retreat, melting into the ground, disappearing as if pulled back by invisible chains. Then the temperature dropped. The sky split open. Five figures emerged from the darkness. They walked forward slowly, confidently, their presence alone crushing the air around us. Ancient power radiated from them so heavily that it felt hard to breathe. Their eyes glowed with unnatural light, each different and terrifying. The First Ones. They stood before us in the flesh. And in that moment, I knew without a doubt… The real war had just begun. **************

It was a signal from the Deep-Void, a place that had been silent since the birth of the network. A single word flickered on the sky, written in the ancient, pre-human script of the First Architects: RETURN. Dax’s hand tightened on mine. The war for the road, the war for the family, and the war for the city were over. But the war for the Origin was just beginning. "Ready for Chapter Sixty-Five?" Dax asked, his voice a low, intimate promise. "As long as I'm with you," I said, the iridescent light of the Vale reflecting in our eyes.

Nova found herself whispering. "Choice." The Architect nodded. "Yes." The vision showed civilizations making mistakes. Starting wars. Creating suffering. Destroying themselves, yet despite everything, they continued choosing. The Architects hated it. Many wanted control. Others wanted freedom. Eventually they divided. The memory accelerated. Nova watched worlds burn. Stars die. Entire dimensions collapse. The First War. The war that created the Silences. The Architect looked almost ashamed. "We built weapons." The First Silence appeared. Then the Second. Then the Third.

Satisfied. Dante walked over to me, his hand trembling as he touched my cheek. "Zora... your eyes." "I know," I whispered. "We have the Spire," he said, looking at the city below. "But we’ve started a war with the entire planet, haven't we?" "No," I said, looking up at the obsidian moon. "We didn't start the war, Dante. We just finished the first act." As Zora and Dante stand over their new empire, the Vane Global network receives a transmission from the far side of the planet.

"Our world was dying. The twin suns that gave us life were fading. We needed a new home. My father, he was the king who found about Earth. Your world had strong barriers, but they were weakening. We thought... We thought we could ask for help. Ask for a place to live, our aim was to make peaceful contact for the first time with earth." "But it didn't work out that way," Jaime said, already guessing the outcome. "No." Abiagan shook his head. "The wolves attacked us the moment we came through the portal. They didn't try to talk. Didn't try to understand. They just saw us as invaders and attacked." "I'm sorry," Jaime said. "It wasn't your fault. You weren't even born yet." Abiagan managed a sma

Through the system. Dylan turns toward me fully now. His hands slide to my shoulders, steady and warm. “Hailey,” he says softly. “Yeah?” “If this works… we change everything.” I look up at the sky. At the armada descending. At the living presence rising to meet it. Then back at him. “Then let’s make it count.” The first Architect weapon fires. A beam of pure white energy tears downward from the sky. And the battle for Earth begins.

"Despite their size, they are the heaviest armed. Besides that, we are the only ones close enough to deal with this issue." The cockpit was heavy with tension. "What issue?" Taewi asked, nervously. "You're needed in Russia again," Martin replied. I detected strong hints of outrage in his voice, barely restrained. "Axion Industries just bombed the district of Stalnoy." My eyes widened in shock. The Battle of Stalnoy had been the catalyst for the Iron War, the first battle between the superpowers of the United States and Russia. Axion's mechs had been deployed for the first time during that battle.

Location: Eos Reborn — Underwater Fortress The massive war mech descended from the docking bay ceiling, its steel-plated frame gleaming under the dim red lights, mechanical limbs armed with heavy artillery cannons and automated drone launchers. Its cold, unfeeling sensors locked onto us, priming for total annihilation. Natalia Cross’s voice echoed through the holographic interface, sharp and venomous: The First Strike The war mech’s missile launchers activated, unleashing a barrage of rockets that exploded across the docking bay walls, shattering steel beams and sending debris flying.

But he was shocked when he heard the reply. "Th..w*..ha..tarted!" The speaker responded but he w*s unable to make it clear because of the interference. "Come again!" - Canan "The war has started!" The sandstorm slowly subsided and slowly revealed to them the sight beneath the cliff where he's standing. Two armies charging towards each other with numbers horizon's end. Magical explosions appeared and so the postponed Great War continued. "Good heavens." Canan said in a state of shock. ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~