Galactic X Novels & Stories

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.

She staggered forward, her knees buckling against the slick, frozen face of the crystalline question mark that held her ship captive. Xander caught her by the elbows, his large, calloused hands providing the steady, physical grounding she needed to remain solid in the deep margin. The bronze ember over his heart dimmed back to a quiet, human baseline, but the heat of his touch left two faint, warm smudges on her dark woolen sleeves. "Steady," Xander said, his voice dropping into that low, protective register that had guided our crew through the wreckage of nine volumes. "The First Era is over. The slate galley is decommissioned. You're in the unwritten space now."

He makes Ali and Cecilia saints. “I am Xena, Mother Luna of the X-pack. I…” “Southern hemisphere,” trust Xylon to correct me. “Xylon!” Amy exclaims. “What? All the packs gave her the universal citizenship,” he responds defensively. “It must be on record in case we all die here.” I shake my head and proceed. “Anyway, this is my mate, Father Alpha Xael. I have not yet discovered what kind of a breed he is, but he is kind awesome.”

He shook in horror. "Xander is here?" Hutton gasped, jumping up from the chair he was sitting on. "I received a message from one of the guards now. Xander has killed all the guards who tried to stop him at the pack boundary. He is heading here right away!" The messenger breathed in fear while I watched dumbly. "Xander might be here to save her..." The Gamma mumbled, pointing at me. "It can't be!... The Xander we all know, can never fight his way here to save this trash!" Hutton blurted out, with anger written all over his face.

His white uniform displayed several awards upon his left chest, with the golden badge of a single dragon general upon his right shoulder. “Thank you, Gen. Benette.” Mar, Lilith, and Matt smartly saluted. Dorin and the rest did the same. “Gen. Benette, I thank you for allowing us to participate in this tournament.” said Xander whose retinue stood at attention in front of the General.