Novel Planet Novels & Stories

Why haven't I heard if it in my long life? 'Wait what. What do you call this planet?' I ask. 'Our planet is called Bazoda and it has no nickname called Earth' 'Bazoda?' I ask again and Mr. Tony nods certainly.

Mama nodded and smiled softly. “In ancient times, when the world was new. There was only one big planet among the planets in the universe; it was very beautiful but at the same time too hot. And it shone towards the Earth every day. The planet was called the ‘Sun’. It gave light for people to see, for plants to grow, and for heat to balance the cold temperature. But even though it’s so beautiful, the Sun is sad and lonely all the time. At night, it disappears and is replaced by the light of the stars.”

But God, he was making it hard. "Where are we?" she asked, crouching down to stroke the pink tendrils at her feet that she could swear sighed in the wind with pleasure. "Ambresia. A planet that has no resources, no sentient life, no real value other than it's pretty and gentle." "I'd think a planet like this would be mobbed with folks. Or are there, like, ferocious alien-eating monsters or something?"

The last pages of that diary were critically disastrous, forbidden text to read because it was about an incident that occurred 50 years ago. It was a game changer for young people. This novel is set in the year 2075 in a world created by Trasykians. Don't think about other planets; I'm not talking about them. The World System I'm referring to is Earth itself, but it is controlled by Trasykian, the original inhabitants of planet Trasatania. They have invaded here from the Odysseus Star system in the galaxy Odysseus. They declared themselves the new race of Earth and the supreme beings of the universe.

I gasp, wondering how in the hell he has me pegged so well, but would he believe me if I told him about imminent future events? Only one way to find out. "My lord," using his official title to demonstrate the seriousness of my revelation to him. "Plague is on the continent. The disease is of the likes humanity hasn't seen since Moses. Princess Joan will perish on her way to Spain." There, I said it! "Are you certain?" "I have no reason to lie to you, Bryce," I plead. He relaxes into the bed, contemplating the tent fabric on the ceiling. The wheels are turning in his head.