Galaxy Storm Novels & Stories

j " Beta what the hell was that attack from. There hasn't a attacks in 4 years." " Yes Alpha. I have connected the Delta so far there has been attacks that have spread from Texas toward the pack. So far we haven't found anything that could connect Rose to it all." replied T.j

I'm confused to what the fuck is happening. I see as my pack members run, but there's no one chasing them. Then something catches my eye as I look up into the sky. It almost seems to be shooting stars. Only wishing it really was, in reality, its burning arrows. I become Angry, I try to figure out what direction they are coming from. But I can't tell because they're coming from every direction possible.

Suddenly, a stele depicting a young soldier caught her attention. "Father," she called out. Adrian walked over and read the inscriptions on the stele. This one belonged to a Garen Mars, codenamed Galaxy. He had just turned eighteen on the day he left for his mission. "He was eighteen years old, the same as you.” Adrian reached out and touched Garen's face which was carved onto the stele. He then closed his eyes and felt as though he was experiencing the battle first-hand. Adrian saw a brave young man risking his life to take down a massive monster in the sky. The moment the plane collided, Galaxy detonated the explosives around him and killed the monster in the process.

At the back of the large group, Galen’s thoughts were racing just as much. ‘Storm, what’s wrong?’ Galen finally asked her silently. ‘It’s nothing…’ Storm replied before sighing heavily. ‘Actually, I want to know something. After all this is over and done with, do you think you might want to have an offspring?’ Galen visibly relaxed as a grin lit his face up, unseen by Storm. ‘Offspring, huh?’ ‘Ugh, Galen! You know what I mean. A child.’ His quiet chuckle had her shooting him an angry look over her shoulder. ‘A child? You’re not used to wanting things, are you?’

“You're kidding. ’ Startled, he looked away from the sky, an orange-red dark on the horizon line, which merged with the deepest purples and blues above. “No, it's bizarre. It's like there's something in the air. ’ Then she laughed. — Quite an air rarefied, to go from Vancouver to Montreal and Sydney. And maybe even the California coastal highway. This thin air theory wasn't all that bad. He ran his finger over one of the butterflies on her shoulder. — A butterfly flutters its wings in Brazil... — Did she understand what he wanted? to say? She lifted her head to look at him. - Chaos theory? Yes, she understood the reference. — The idea is not even exaggerated, like a butterfly that flaps its

In the distance, the First Architect’s face flickered in the nebula, no longer sad, but Interested. "You have introduced a New Logic," his voice boomed. "But a new logic requires a new Trial. Welcome to the Second Iteration." The stars around them began to move. They weren't drifting; they were being arranged into a Giant Arena. The First Architect has shifted the war from a deletion to a Tournament. He has created the "Galactic Rink," and the Feral Six must now lead the united packs in a game where the puck is a collapsing sun and the stakes are the fundamental constants of reality.

​The Ghost of the Gutter ​Kaelen stood at the forward view-port, his bronze eyes reflecting the distant, hat-shaped glow of the Sombrero Galaxy. ​"My grandmother spent her life fighting for a single planet," Kaelen whispered, his voice echoing in the quiet bridge. "She thought the Gutter was a place in Tokyo. But look at this, Julian. The whole galaxy is being turned into a Gutter. Someone has put a 'Price-Tag' on the universe."

“Looks to me as though it’s trying to find our discs flying out in space.” Alarmed by what the drogar had said, Anali quickly zoomed back out on the tacmap. But before she could get it back to their full operational view, dozens of alerts flickered across her screens. “Admiral, we lost track of numerous Storm Discs,” said an analyst across the bridge. “Numbers rising.” Out in space, Godeater shifted the mirrors all around Dendrus wildly as it scoured the galaxy around it. It sent its gaze outwards, caught a number of the incoming Storm Discs, and planted its reflection right on them.

… At the same time, the atmosphere was grave in Tyler’s room. Noah set his glasses on the table while he wiped it slowly with a cloth. This was a habit of his when he was incredibly frustrated. Tyler kicked a chair, which resulted in a horrid screech. “Damn it! She has no right to say that to us! Who does she think we are?!” Ethan threw his phone on the bed, and the screen showed that he had just lost a game. “Noah, I thought your tricks were supposed to be useful. But they were completely useless on her!”

I didn't have any human smell anymore as I transformed into a pure Angel so nobody doubted us. Galaxy suddenly raised her one hand then turning her head, she stated, “Look, this is the castle of Silver City. The most beautiful castle of the Underworld.” My eyes instantly looked in the direction. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was so beautiful and unexpected. A colossal castle made of shiny black stones and wonderful designs standing in front of my eyes, owning a vast area and reflecting its elegant and dominating aura. It was so beautiful and unearthly that I couldn’t look away from it for quite a long minute. My amazed expression broke by the whisper of Galaxy.