Mothership Wilderness Novels & Stories

I was going to rip the world apart to give it back to him. ​The cutters launched, their engines shrieking like dying banshees as we shot over the walls of the Keep and dove straight into the northern wilderness. ​The Wildlands were not like the Blackwood forests. The North was cold, yes, but it was alive. Here, the snow didn’t melt, the pine trees didn’t grow green, and the air always tasted like old dust and copper. It was uncharted, dangerous, and the only things that lived here were rogues who had gone mad or things that had never been human to begin with.

It had become the fundamental frequency of a multi-world civilization, a persistent pulse that proved the universe was not a cold machine to be optimized, but a living song to be sung. Sarah Vanderwall, now the Matriarch of the Transition and the living bridge between Earth and the stars, sat on the weathered mahogany pier at the Atuabo Interstellar Hub. Beside her sat Jojo, his physical form now as dense and grounded as the ancient Ghanaian earth they occupied. Around them, the "Mist Children"—a diverse generation of humans, Architects in biological flesh, and "Dissonant" hybrids—played in the surf. The water of the Gulf of Guinea, once a dark and silent mystery, now shimmered with a biolum

“No! Stay with me! Stay! Mother, I promise to listen and abide by your rules In this moment, the world narrows to the ground beneath us. Above, the tribe clashes with the enemy in a storm of fists and iron. The deafening roar of war shakes the air, rumbles through the soil, rattling my bones. Every scream, every clash, every howl presses down on us, yet here, at Mother’s side, time feels impossibly still. The tribe falters under the enemy’s press, but the line holds, shift after shift, anchored by the Luna’s legacy.

Lucas said, looking at the first Bio-Ship as it detached from the Great Tree and drifted toward the stars. "No," Audrey said, her hand resting on the warm, vibrating bark of the Embassy. "We’re taking 'Home' with us. The soot, the steam, the glass, and the song. We’re going to make the galaxy 'Messy' again." The first wave of Bio-Ships ignited their "Resonance-Drives," streaks of violet light painting the night sky. The Union was no longer a state or a place. It was a "Frequency," and it was about to play its loudest song yet.

Either way, I badly needed to rest or I would be the next one to pass out, especially since I started to hear this sharp ringing in my ears. “Since your room is yet to be arranged, you can stay in mine. The couch’s pretty much enough for your size. You can do whatever you want except killing or hurting me or letting anyone do it. Let me sleep in peace,” I said as we walked towards my room, which was located on the left wing of the mansion. The moment I hit the bed, I immediately drifted off to dreamland. **“Lisa… Lisa…” That voice… It was definitely Mom’s. I looked around to find where she was.

Erika couldn’t cry anymore, so took the seventh key and… it opened! “Let’s go, Marcos.” Erika took Marcos again and together they came out. Together they saw the first trees of the forest where that mental hospital was. Erika had no time to enjoy the fresh air caressing her face, they still needed to crawl behind the wooden gate in order to declare themselves completely free. Marcos was so weak and Erika was getting tired so easily. Precisely at that moment she felt the pain of having given birth not a long while ago, but it was for her son that she wanted to do whatever it took to get the hell out of that living hell.

Beyoncé moved with precision every word, every strike perfectly. The war had come again. We fought until the rooftops of ruins glowed, until the horses buckled, until the wolves stood triumphant. And when it ended, silence returned but different. Charged. Expectant. My mother came to me. “You ready?” I looked at the blade. I looked at Azelia. I looked at the wolves circling, guarding, reviewing. “Yes,” I said. She wrapped an arm around me. “Then walk forward. The next door awaits.”

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

As we continued our moonlit adventure, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the rare opportunity to be part of something so primal and beautiful. We ran far into the woods, our wolves weaving through the trees until we reached a spacious clearing where the moon shone brightly in the night sky. The silver glow casts a serene ambience over the open space. I sat on the cool dirt and howled at the moon, expressing my joy and connection to the wilderness. Cage, Sebastien's wolf, joined me in no time, his howl harmonising with mine. The clearing became a sacred space where we could embrace the wild and be true to our primal selves.

Two weeks turned into three, and three turned into a month. Avery stopped counting the nights she spent in Drake's penthouse because counting implied an end, and she had stopped believing in endings somewhere around the tenth time he made her cry out his name against the silk sheets. Her own apartment became a place she visited only to change clothes and water the single dying plant on her windowsill. Everything she needed lived on the other side of the city, behind a private elevator that required a key card she now carried in her wallet like a secret badge of honor.