Galactic X Novels & Stories

“I want every single one of you searching for Rhea and Jimin now!” Xavier grunted. “The first person to get their scent would get a prize from me, and trust me, I’m far more generous than Ghost. I would never ever slay the person that gives me what I want when I want it.” “Yes Alpha,” they replied and bounded out immediately.

The Apex pack. It was one of the most famous pack know for its challenging habit. Seems right now, they'd challenged the wrong person. If Alpha Galenira was dead, his blood was the one on Xandros's gun last night. His blood had dripped into this house, into Khaos. She felt his eyes on her skin and she raised her eyes slowly, her lashes flapping as her lips patted in shock. He was staring at her so intently, it seemed he could see right through her soul. Right through her head.

The command bridge of the hybrid dreadnought smelled of burning ozone and vaporized alien flesh. Jack Sterling stood over the pulverized remains of the Ouroboros captain, his dark-gold eyes fixed on the navigation console. "Ben," Jack’s voice echoed through the encrypted neural link, cutting through the static of the dying ship. "I have the coordinates for the Galactic Mint. The Devourer’s hybrid armada is already in transit. Drop the planetary shield just enough to let our fleet out. We are going to Andromeda."

Gwen held her thumb in between the rest of her fingers, keeping it safe. Mrs Gallewart took another long look at her, then let go of her folded hands. "Gwen, you know I'm not a wicked person." She began and Gwen could not find herself answering that. She almost asked her if she was being sarcastic. "I'm just a person who stands by polices and I don't bend them for anyone, no one. I don't want to be unkind to you, Gwen, but know that I won't hesitate to trash out a bad fish from the fridge immediately I notice it, even if it's a big one. Please don't make me be unkind to you."

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

Xylos, the ever-inventive Xylosian engineer, continued to push the boundaries of technology, ensuring the Guardians remained at the forefront of galactic progress. The symphony of the galaxy, though not without its discordant notes, hummed with a newfound harmony. However, a new whisper, faint but persistent, began to ripple through the Echo network. It emanated from a remote region known as the Cradle Nebula, a swirling expanse of cosmic dust and gas rumored to be the birthplace of countless civilizations.

But what shocked us the most was his revelation about a secret legacy that had been bestowed upon Xander—a legacy that held the power to change everything. According to Gabriel, Xander's father had been a member of a clandestine organization known as The Guardians. Their mission was to protect ancient artifacts of immense power from falling into the wrong hands. Xander's father had entrusted him with a task, a quest that would lead him to uncover the truth about his heritage and fulfill his destiny as a Guardian.

Galen was truly despicable. "Galen! You can't do this!" Xyla shouted with all her might, hoping against hope that a shred of conscience remained in him. "Heh, now you remember me? Why don't you call for Alexander to save you?" Galen spat, consumed by hatred. As for Xyla's forgiveness for his embezzlement and her efforts to find him a way out, those were long forgotten. With a loud crash, the tightly closed door of the private room was kicked open, revealing Alexander standing there.

The line rang three times before he answered. "Dr. Aris speaking," his professional voice sounded over the small speaker. "Doctor, this is Tracy Xander," I said, my voice trembling. "I need your help. I am trapped at the Gaunt Packhouse. I am having a severe flare-up of my Lunar Decay, and the pack doctors refuse to treat me. I am coughing up blood and my body is failing." A brief pause hung on the line. The doctor knew pack politics were incredibly dangerous for human outsiders to navigate.

I swallowed, forcing out a smile. "So Irene, the Galore Galaxy event is an event created to celebrate my business deal with one of the biggest companies in France. You know the AXON company?" He tilted his head towards my direction, staring right into my eyes that it caused me to be so uncomfortable. "AXON?" I repeated, obviously having no idea about what he was talking about.