Galaxy Novels & Stories

Across the immense quantities of distance, there are galaxies filled with stars and planetary systems, asteroids, nebulas, ad endless other cosmic figures. Galaxies might seem immense to the life that inhabits its planets, yet when one goes beyond a galaxy, you find that even galaxies become small, and endless, constantly emerging one after another… you begin to realize that even galaxies who are made of so many gigantic spatial objects are but the stars of the eve outer universe… And even then, enormous clusters emerge with countless galaxies stuck together…

I just finished writing it last night. [Remember to download it.] When I saw that his wedding gift for me was the introduction to String Theory, I laughed. His idea of romance was always so hardcore. I leaned back against my seat and closed my eyes. The nightmare that had tormented me for my entire youth had finally disappeared. All those people and troublesome things in the past had become dust. My world was no longer restricted to that small town, but it was a wide galaxy filled with the endless unknown. It was the ultimate romance of physics, and I would need to explore it my entire life.

"Milky Way? Oh, you mean that is how you call it. Oh no, it's called Osiana. Our galaxies are neighbors." "Well we call it that way. It's an established fact in our home planet," she insinuated, resolving that this egocentricity even in aliens should not be overlook. "But it's not in the universal law," he protested in his small voice. Lindsey looked puzzled. "I see," the alien nodded, "You are not registered members of the Gestal Network. Why is that?" She looked more puzzled. "I'm sorry, Garullo. What do you mean?"

Claris appeared to recover quickly with a slight shake of her head, and a quick wave of her hand over the table. “As you can see, each of these six galaxies align around each other to create the shape of….” “A hexagram,” Mitzie breathed out as her eyes remained fastened to what she was seeing before her. Luceron chuckled as he placed one arm across his stomach and the other in a fist to his mouth. “Someone paid attention in geometry class,” he said in an amused tone. She ignored his statement and continued to gawk at the vision in front of her. She didn’t understand the significance of what she was seeing, but Claris was more than eager to explain it to her.

“I’ve been able to tap into a far greater network than previously. And with it, I can see almost exactly how the galaxy is devolving. It does not look good.” Raijin gestured with her hand and uploaded a refined version of the data she pulled in. She sent it straight to the tacmap in the center, as well as to the rest of the analysts and tacticians all around. Everyone needed to see what the state of the galaxy was. The tacmap filled with the map of the galaxy, which was marked off by large color-coded territories. The largest of them crossed over numerous spiral arms, from Perseus, through Orion-C

​The Triangulum Galaxy did not look like a collection of stars from the bridge of the Vane’s Legacy II. It looked like a Storm. ​A swirling, sapphire-blue vortex of gas and ancient light, Triangulum had always been the "Quiet Neighbor" of the Andromeda system. But as the Vane’s Legacy II detached from the newly grown Andromeda-Spire-Alpha, the "Null-Link" wasn't quiet. It was screaming with a frequency that was both terrifyingly alien and hauntingly familiar.

​The Galaxy Gate did not resemble the refined golden portals of Astraea or the obsidian rifts of the lower realms. It was a terrifying, cosmic maw framed by the crushed, swirling remnants of four dying galaxies. Gravity curled in sickening spirals around the perimeter, pulling stray stardust into a point of absolute density at the center. ​Aboard the Helios, the atmosphere vibrated with an ethereal, high-level pressure. The golden-and-black hull of our flagship, now bathed in the four-colored glow of the elemental cores and the newly absorbed Primordial Genesis Core, cut through the gravitational turbulence without slowing down.

I didn’t reply to her anymore and followed her silently. After walking for quite an ng, Galaxy stopped in front of an old house in the deserted part of the city where there was no crowd or visitors. Galaxy examined her surroundings carefully for a little longer than usual. Then, she knocked on the door as silently as she could. I was standing behind her while observing every single thing in that world. Every animal and insect was strange there. They were all craving for the blood and flesh of their prey.

"What's so funny." She giggled and jumped on the spot. "Your job description—essentially, you're 'Gardeners of the Galaxy.'" "The what of the what?" "That's your role…" Galene cracked up, barely able to speak. "The NIRL. You remove invasive pests and watch your flowers grow. The galaxy is your garden—with blossoming species on each planet. Gardeners… of the… Galaxy." Stralath frowned. "Why do I feel like that's an insult?"

Outer space is a deep, dark ocean, vast and terrifying, yet filled with wonders no mind can truly grasp. In that endless void, there are countless galaxies, each one a brilliant, spiraling island, a jewel spilled across the black velvet. One of those islands, anchored far away on the edge of darkness, was the Aetheria Galaxy. Its center was a giant, steady beacon of light, constant and calm, keeping every world in its grip warm and alive. Though breathtaking, Aetheria was just a single, small piece in the immense, sprawling territory controlled by the Royal Fenrir Empire.