Out Space Novels & Stories

The sanctuary of Outpost Aegis-7 did not look like salvation. Suspended in the freezing void of Sector 4, the medical station was a harsh cluster of sterile white lights and geometric docking bays, entirely devoid of warmth. To Elara, staring through the cracked viewport of the Captain's Gig, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Hori made a small choking sound, Sean rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the ceiling like it might open up and swallow him. I kept my face carefully blank, but inside, cold sweat prickled down my spine. The lift, the noise, the way we’d all piled in laughing too loud. Had she heard everything? Pat continued as if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb. She turned to Hori directly. “You asked earlier who’s running the house while I'm gone. The remaining housemates are on a supervised free day back at Crestfield. The show is on a temporary production pause for this Tokyo week. Vress approved the trip himself—your playbook Olympics numbers were strong enough that he wanted some authentic reward co

The dark colored space appeared to have a small defective patch that was represented by white and it appeared to be increasing in size. Cosmic inter dimensional energy detected in the Exosphere. "Cosmic?" came Jenna. "It's some kind of singularity that's formed in the upper atmosphere," Carter said. "Singularity as in like a wormhole?" Henry cut in with his physics aptitude. "Yeah." "What does that mean?" asked Carmen. "She's here," were the grim words of the speed god, Hermes as everyone turned to look at him. "Holy shit," gasped Marcus, "it's actually happening. It's the end of the world."

Within outer space, near the Star of Orion, several immense spaceships fueled by gigantic mana crystals began to move through space, quickly moving towards their destiny, the planet of Ginnungagap. Even at the speed they were traversing, the planet they were moving into was rather far away, after all, it was the farther planet of the entire planetary system, traversing through the spaceships they were using was actually faster than going by themselves through the outer void of space, even when the entities inside were at a minimum of peak X-Rank, with a few being already Pseudo-Demi-Deity Realm of varied Ranks!

Alina asked as soon as she entered his cabin. "How may I help you, Miss Martin ?" Anton asked. "Stop with this nonsense already. What's wrong with you?" Alina asked angrily. "See, Alina, you need to calm down first. And I need some space. " Anton said. "Why are you being so distant? I didn't accept your proposal, but we were friends, right? How can you treat me like that?" Alina asked with broken voice. "Alina, I need time and space, so please excuse me." He said rudely. Alina couldn't believe that he could talk to her that way. She left the cabin with tears.

* Callie The space between us was barely there, but I felt it. His eyes were darker now, his breathing uneven, his knuckles still brushing my skin. I knew exactly what would happen if I asked for more and God, I wanted to. But instead, he straightened, running a hand through his hair like he needed the distance to think straight. “Tomorrow,” he said finally, voice rough. It wasn’t a question. It was a promise. And I realized I wasn’t going to sleep tonight not with that hanging in the air between us. ***

I brushed past Sophia, who came in carrying a glass of milk. As I walked upstairs, I overheard their conversation. "Finn, Luna Claire flew a long way to see you. Could you try giving your mom a hug?" "With her here, I might not get to go to the amusement park with Isabella tomorrow. It's her fault! Why is Mom always haunting me? And she calls me every day! It's annoying!" he exclaimed coldly. "I wish Isabella were my mom instead! She's so gentle and kind. And she always plays with me and buys me yummy food. She's so different from my annoying mom. If Mom disappeared, could Isabella be my mom instead?"

"He's in space. The Void Station." Jackson groaned, looking up at the sky. "Of course he is," Jackson pulled out his phone. "Note to self: Buy NASA."

I asked, the sheer scale of the emptiness making my head spin. Unknown Sector, a flickering holographic display on a piece of wreckage sparked to life. It wasn't the Sovereign. It was a basic, analog backup AI—a remnant of the old Syndicate tech Vossen had installed as a fail-safe. Calculated distance from Sol: 2.4 billion light-years. Atmospheric integrity: 14%. Life support: 22 minutes. "Two billion light-years," I whispered, the number feeling like a death sentence. "The explosion... it didn't just break the Core. It folded space-time. We’re on the far side of the universe, Nevan. We’re in the dark."

There just weren't a lot of ways to get away from someone on a small ship in the middle of space. Over the next half an hour the debris thinned until Icaan could lift back up, then re-engage the autopilot and finally sit back. "Should be plain sailing for the rest of the day. Then early tomorrow we'll hit the edge of patrolled Frentin space around the cluster of planets the market sits between." "The market isn't a planet?"