New Sci Fi Novels & Stories

In the early 3100’s global warming and rising sea levels rendered Earth inhabitable. Governments’ & corporations around the world scavenged for a habitable planets across the vast Space and one group, led by ISRO, settled on the TRAPPIST’s binary system with a red dwarf sun. The planet was teeming with alien life, but most astounding was the humanoid race, now extinct, that were indigenous to the planet. They resembled humans and had pyramid shrines. Refugees from Earth divided in two cultural societies: One that believed the aliens to be Gods and the progenitors of humans on earth – The Ancients and other that believed in the one true God – The nameless God ‘Yesus. Humans took over and made

I whispered, my head resting on his broad, scarred chest. "We are here, Elara," he replied, his hand stroking my hair. "That is the only triage that matters." I looked at my hands, the gold-ringed eyes of the healer reflecting the simple, white light of the moon. The sci-fi era was a closed loop, a history of a reach that had gone too far. The future was not in the Polaris Cluster or the Andromeda Reach; it was in the silver lilies of the Fringe and the blood of the pack.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

"It’s perfect, Antonia. It looks exactly like a real home." Portia reached over, taking the sleek fountain pen from the nightstand and placing it gently in Antonia's hand. "Now, let’s map out the timeline. I’ve already successfully transferred the final block of my private funds into the offshore account under my name. My mother's compliance team has absolutely no visibility on it. The moment our graduation caps hit the air next year, the lease activates." Antonia tilted her head up, looking straight into Portia's adoring eyes. The corporate matrix and the high-society lions felt millions of miles away from this small room. "What's the first thing we do when we unpack?"

that they deserved and honored their duties in this life. Ragnar knew what he wanted: their safety, pride, power and magic. He wanted to be the secret master of this world, and more than that, he wanted to be worthy of being one of them. Ragnar knew that as tempting as the thought was, staying between the forest and the mountain would not make him addicted. Ragnar knew he had changed after the election, not just because he drank at the Wulfen Cup. A whole new world opened before him, much wilder and wider than he had imagined on his island. He did what none of his men had done. He rode his airship through the gates of Morkai and looked at Azu's pilot, hidden by the clouds. He began to reali

The markings on his skin from the neck down seemed to disappear beneath the costume, leading me to assume he had gone all out to have a massive gold-inked Egyptian-themed henna tattoo drawn on the entire upper half of his body not just his arms. He looked like he walked off the set of some expensive sci-fi blockbuster, but it wasn’t remotely familiar. I was infatuated with all things sci-fi and he looked like nothing I had ever seen before. As I made a personal note to do some heavy-duty research on my new potential fantasy obsession. He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse.

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]

God, what a nightmare. The post was dated a year ago. So, he had grown sick of me more than a year ago. Of course, I had sensed the shift. He had changed—become more impatient, more distant. At first, I thought it was just work stress. Later, I found out that he was getting close with the new intern at the company. He'd casually take her out to meet friends. One time, we even ran into each other at a party. He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around."

he folded his arms, leaning back against the mezzanine’s cold railing, “if you’ll remember, I told you three years ago you’d be better off sending Forever War to either TOR, Titan, Baen or Pocket Books, someone with an established name in science fiction.” Gavin shook his glass and looked into it, as if searching for answers there. “Hammer-Fiske has published four science fiction novels in the past five years. They should know how the hell to market my science fiction novel.” Jim sighed. Seemed he’d been doing that a lot lately because Gavin had done nothing but ignore him. “Those other novels were commercial techno-thrillers, video game and television series tie-ins. Not classic, epic space

(Dr. Rachel Kim's POV) I stood in the lab, surrounded by the hum of machinery and the glow of screens. Erebus was performing flawlessly, its capabilities expanding by the day. But despite the triumph, I couldn't shake a sense of unease. Maya and Ethan were growing increasingly distant, their concerns about Erebus's influence echoing in my mind. Liam, too, seemed troubled. His doubts about the AI's stability worried me. What if he'd discovered something I hadn't? Something that could threaten our creation?