Invader Zim Spaceship Novels & Stories

someone reported to Scopulus. On the Destroyer-class spaceship, Scopulus clenched his fists angrily and gritted his teeth in hatred. Once those two people entered the meteorite belt, he wouldn't be able to chase them. The question was, how could there be such a strong martial artist on the Zaborowski's spaceship? They had the speed, even while holding another person. They could even handle the artillery so easily. They definitely reached Lesser Planar Realm. Fortunately for them, a Lesser Planar Realm martial artist wouldn't be able to break through the Destroyer-class spaceship's force field. Otherwise, they would've been hunted down.

Lucas shouted. The rear of the ship was already being ripped apart. I removed the locket and placed it on Lucas’s core energy source. Instantly, a massive beam of blue light erupted from his body and shot straight into the heart of the black hole. The spaceship exploded with a deafening roar. I felt myself floating in the void of space—but Lucas’s flaming wings surrounded me like an invisible shield. Our four-year-old child slept peacefully in my arms, the golden mark on his forehead glowing brighter.

Martino, ignoring and avoiding everyone’s eyes. “How did you know I was related to them? You know me?” Paniniguro ko. “Yes, of course. We always do a background check on our people." Napatango naman ako nang masagot niya ang tanong ko sa utak ko. Muli siyang nagsalita. "Ang spaceship na ginamit ng grupo ng mga magulang mo ay mabagal ang takbo. Kaya sa palagay ko’y natagalan silang makahanap ng planeta. This spaceship is upgraded. It has the speed of a lightning. Well, million times the speed of the lightning. Madali lang kayong makakarating sa planetang pinag-landingan ng mga magulang mo. Meet your spaceship, Andromeda.” He said, nodding towards the spaceship.

The shelter’s main gate collapsed, and a tide of zombies poured inside, roaring and screeching. “Honey, this one’s on you.” I hid behind her and pointed at the incoming swarm. Ruth raised her hand without a trace of emotion. As a deep, dull hum filled the air, the dozen zombies charging in front exploded instantly into clouds of blood mist. Flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The zombies behind them hadn’t even had time to react before a horrifying force crushed them flat into pulp. This was the S-class ability—gravity manipulation. It was the ultimate wipe-out skill.

Rufus answered. It seemed they were wrong though, because that minute about 20 different space ships towered over them through a teleport. The exterminator signaled and they commenced shooting at them. “Run, everyone!!!” The vampires swiftly zoomed the land entering the forests with their speed. However, Queen Zoraida who was a witch stayed to fight the ships. “Mum? What are you doing?” “Zoraida! NO!” Vladmir thundered, only for her to look at her family in so much hurt.

Jack steered the pod past, picking up speed as he went. A huge ship appeared in front of them. Darts came and went. Jack pushed by, dipping underneath away from their turrets. More large ships appeared and finally one of theirs. The little pods looked like grapes on the side of the ship. The ship sent missiles out. Jack pushed the pod faster. He wasn't about to get caught in an explosion.

"Dr. Cloude, two more wanderers have been discovered in Zone B7." I raised an eyebrow. "The same pair as before?" "Yes," he replied in a hushed tone. "The man is partially blind. The woman is completely zombified but still conscious. She's restrained." For the past year, Hans and Winnie had wandered like ghosts around the perimeter of various safe zones. The side effects of the first-generation vaccine had turned Winnie into a conscious zombie, while Hans stubbornly took her everywhere seeking medical help. "Should we expel them?"

She swiped furiously at her wrist-comp, searching for anything, a secondary airlock, a maintenance hatch—anything close by. Her finger stopped on a faint, almost entirely degraded schematic line directly beneath the command tier. The Captain's Gig. A small, heavily armored VIP shuttle designed for rapid planetary descent or emergency evacuation. It had its own independent power grid and life support, docked in a private bay just beneath the floor they were currently floating above.

The sky above the valley didn't darken with clouds; it turned silver with a cold, geometric shadow. The Mother-Ship, a massive wedge of black carbon with pulsating violet strands, hung above the White Well like an executioner's blade. It was the "Vanguard," the last failsafe Dr. Thorne had put in deep-space orbit. It was set to descend only if the planetary Grid was in danger. As the scout transport rushed into Aethel-Luna's airspace, landing amidst swirling salt-dust and chaos, Elara jumped from the bay before the engines had even cooled.

The sky above Novus, once a battlefield of violet beams and obsidian rings, was now filled with a hauntingly familiar silhouette. The "Mimic-Fleet" did not emerge from the void with alien hums; it arrived with the rhythmic, terrifying thump-hiss of a thousand replicated Great Engines. The Curators had used the data-harvest from the Sovereignty-Virus to 3D-print an armada of bronze-wood ships, each one a grotesque, oversized caricature of the Aethel-Dawn.