Futuristic Science Fiction Novels & Stories

"But I'm not letting you fall. Not here. Not ever." The air between them felt thicker than the CO2-heavy atmosphere of the sub. It was a "Slow Burn" moment—the kind that makes a reader hold their breath. He finally turned back, his hand trailing down her arm until his fingers brushed her palm, a silent promise of protection before he continued into the dark. They emerged into a massive, sterile hall. The transition from ancient rock to "High-Sci-Fi" was jarring. The walls were lined with Cryogenic Stasis Pods (sealed glass chambers used to freeze people in a state of suspended animation, stopping time for their bodies).

Those few words cracked through every lie he'd been telling himself. He wanted to say time travel wasn't real. But he knew that handwriting. The way he wrote the N in her name. He'd designed it himself, with that tiny personal flourish. After all these years, it was muscle memory. Since he couldn't deny writing the notes, Joshua switched tactics. [Even if I did write them six years from now, so what?] [None of that has happened.] [I lost focus for a while. I got distracted by something new.] [But right now, I've never thought about leaving you.]

And the gates slowly opened. Natasha stared ahead quietly as the vehicle entered the compound. Then she saw something unreal. And for the first time in a very long while, Natasha became completely speechless. The building standing ahead of them looked unreal. She saw massive glass structures stretched upward beneath glowing white lights. Sleek futuristic architecture blended with advanced energy systems she had never even seen before the apocalypse. Entire sections of the facility glitter softly beneath automated security beams while clean energy generators operated silently around the area. It looked less like something from the old world, and more like something built for the future.

The crystal flared white, and a holographic display shimmered into existence in the middle of the hallway. ​It was a map of the globe, but it was not the world I knew. It was a projection of the future as the Architects had envisioned it. There were no cities, no forests, and no oceans. There was only a singular, interconnected grid of silver and grey, a planetary machine where every living thing was a standardized component. There was no room for the Sovereign or the Alpha in this vision. There was only the Mute.

’ Kesari placed his hand on Anjana’s forehead. Anjana gently moved her fingers on Kesari’s hand, ‘I am with you. Our pleasant moments are with us. Our past was with us, the present is with us, and the future will be with us. Why worry?’ He kissed his hand, ‘We will build a new and advanced spacecraft manufacturing unit. You know the technology, science and application of both. You will develop a new era again, and Bali is the younger one against you.’ ‘But…’ ‘Shhhhh…’ Anjana kept her finger on Kesari’s lips.

They have an immensely powerful memory and remember each and every detail of each and every day. Scientists are currently working on the time machine and the teleporting machine. The teleporting machine has made huge progress but it can cause DNA damage upon travel as it will use wormholes for transportation. It will not be available for commercial use but for scientists and astronauts in space research organizations. It will help them to reach much more farther away galaxies billions of light years away in an instant as till now the humanity can reach only nearby galaxies as it takes more a human's lifetime to reach some of those far away galaxies. It will be powered by an extremely costly

I whispered, my head resting on his broad, scarred chest. "We are here, Elara," he replied, his hand stroking my hair. "That is the only triage that matters." I looked at my hands, the gold-ringed eyes of the healer reflecting the simple, white light of the moon. The sci-fi era was a closed loop, a history of a reach that had gone too far. The future was not in the Polaris Cluster or the Andromeda Reach; it was in the silver lilies of the Fringe and the blood of the pack.

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at

The kitchen has everything one needs to survive for a month even. I can eat as I want, watch the television, sleep and wake at anything but my movement is limited to this room only, here is no different from a prison. You don't need to commit a grievous mistake to become a prisoner in life. Being born on earth is enough for some people like me to live a lockup life.

“I will show you something.” The scenery shifted. Arah blinked against a sudden burst of light, and in an instant, she was transported to a time much closer to the present. Drusden glanced around, his eyes wide, flinching at the sounds of old cars and the clamor of a nearby construction site. “W-what is this place?” he asked with awe. “This is the future,” Zephyr said, his gaze sweeping over the bustling city. “Humans have come a long way with their technology, but they are still the same vile creatures—only now, they have learned to hide their depravity better over time.”