It Came From The Nightosphere Novels & Stories

His eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep, immediate sleep. In his nightmare, he stood in an endless void. On each finger of his outstretched hands, he balanced a glowing orb. Each orb contained a swirling galaxy, teeming with life. As he watched, horrified and mesmerized, one orb slipped from his grasp. It didn’t fall; it unmade. The galaxy within winked out of existence without a sound, as if it had never been. A profound, cosmic grief filled him.

Purple Lighting was storming all along the entire planet as day was replaced by night and vice versa. As the crackle of thunder was distant, it was still just a soft constant rumble, that shook the ground faintly but strongly. With enough 'oomph' to penetrate the core of this planet that was under construction by little flying orbs of different colors. They had 'Spatial Inventories' and a Processor to be able to use materials in many different ways. These little guys, surprisingly enough, are the work and constructed under the little girl taking a nap on the surface of the mountain.

He asked, “What does it mean?” The girl pondered for a while before she said to Philip in astonishment, “Blackie said that several auras that frightened it once appeared here.” Philip’s eyes froze. He stared at the creature in the girl's arms and said, “Ask it where they came from.” The girl nodded and did so. She replied, “Blackie said they came from the stargate.” Philip’s gaze sharpened. He stepped forward, grabbed the girl, and asked, “Do you know the stargate?”

He looked at the pattern on the sand and grew serious. “Sophia, this is a forbidden zone in the Andromeda Galaxy. It’s called ‘The Void.’ Your father and the Master built a massive cloning factory there. It’s still running automatically.” Suddenly, the blue sky turned deep purple. The ocean became unnaturally still. On the horizon, we saw hundreds of glowing dots rushing toward Earth. They weren’t meteors—they were small spacecraft. “They’re coming!” Mother screamed. Within minutes, the beach was filled with hundreds of small children. All were four years old, dressed in white, and had the same golden eyes as our Sona.

Something of me and her, a perfect mix of us together. I couldn’t wait to tell William, even though he was in the Lunar Realm, we were still able to communicate with him through a mirror that the Moon Goddess had gifted to Nerina on the promise that she wouldn’t disclose any information about what had happened in Bermuda. She and I both readily agreed with the condition, I would miss my friend, but it was nice to know that I could still communicate with him in some fashion. After walking back into our bedroom, I couldn’t help but stare in wonder at the woman spread out on the bed, carrying my child, our child. I kicked off my shoes and took off my coat, laying it on the chair in our sitting

And from within it came a roar that did not belong to this world. The Aetherstar had awakened. And Seraphine was alone with it.

No more burning Void Sickness. "Join us," the Sphere whispered. The air—if there was air—smelled like ozone and stardust. "Let go of the small, broken thing called Neoma. Let the Void merge with the Light. We will rise from this grave. We will return to the orbit. We will be whole again." "Become the Sky," the voices urged. "Become a God." I felt the pull. It was stronger than gravity. It was a magnetic tug on my marrow, promising I would never be lonely or dirty again.

“Not only have you stolen my heart, you’ve given yourself to me. That makes us bonded where we come from.” I considered confessing that I’d had sex with Marc too, but decided against it. Instead, I asked, “Where do we come from?” “Technically, from here, since we were born on earth,” he said, “but our parents or our parent’s parents came from a tiny planet in the Sirius galaxy. It’s hundreds of thousands of light years away.” “That’s pretty sci-fi,” I murmured as my eyelids grew heavy. “Why did they come here?”

It wasn't the sound of machines. It was the sound of a **Crying Child**. A child whose voice was so loud it shook the very foundations of the Nursery. "What is that?" Jax asked, his ears pinned back. "It's not a child," Silas whispered, his eyes widening as he looked toward the horizon. "It's the **Source-Born**. The thing the Founder was trying to keep the Originals away from." From the edge of the Nursery, a massive, glowing infant began to rise—a being made of pure, un-coded starlight, its eyes the size of suns. It was the **Actual Beginning** of the universe, and it had just been woken up by the 5 billion screams.

"Come. Come on, this isn't a place to be getting lost. I really want you to be aware of this specimen. You know we have astronauts who were involved in the first phase of defending our planet before we had the invasion and the war. It's not really much left in his pique physical condition as those days are behind him now. But that matters little once the serum is added as him during a full rut will be something for the generals to gawk at, They're very much revving to have him back in the air, but I'm not sure about how he will work with heavy machines under serum." The walk through the premises seemed to come to an end as we walked past similar displays of naked men staring at me with