Pacific Rim Drifting Novels & Stories

Having been wrecked by the asteroid field, or having fallen in with the floating rocks, the drifter had been repeatedly holed. Jyro selected a large pear-shaped opening and eased his way through. With no sun or starlight to guide him, the prospector found it necessary to activate both his headlamps. Only one of them worked. The disk of pale white light drifted across potentially valuable artifacts, and Jyro felt his pulse start to race. Alien technology could be worth lots of money! The light drifted across the entrance to a tunnel. The human brought it back. Something that looked like a leathery fire hose led up and into the darkness beyond. It floated like kelp in the ocean.

No one expected him to laugh After a while, Western Draking said, "The reason I took your supplies was not to deliberately target you. I’m just currently facing significant troubles myself. My own supplies are simply not enough." "So you just decided to rob us?!" Dragon Prince's anger did not ebb. Western Draking shook his head. "I had no choice. If I didn't do this, the consequences would be unimaginable. My territory would be breached by enemies." "Hmph, what enemies could there be in your territory?" Dragon Prince did not believe him. Western Draking then opened his mouth and spat out a Mirage Pearl. This pearl was a secret treasure. It can record events that happen, functioning like a ca

Wanting to distract herself from the guilt she felt, she agreed. The two of them walked along the riverbank. The further they went, the more festive the surroundings became. White silk ribbons were draped all over the guardrails on both sides of the river. The area was packed with residents who had gathered to watch the commotion, all chattering excitedly. “Who’s getting married today? What a massive turnout!” “The heiress of the Henderson Corporation! I heard she’s marrying her mentor’s grandson!” “Oh my god, the bride is coming! She is absolutely stunning!”

pressurized with recycled steam and lit by bioluminescent moss, drifting in the vast, lightless gaps between the two galaxies. Audrey watched their movements through the long-range "Resonance-Sensors." The Nomads didn't use the "Luminous-Mycelium" for travel. Instead, they practiced "Kinetic-Drifting," using the ancient physics of momentum and gravitational slingshots. They were the "Luddites of the Stars," clinging to the physical reality of "The Drift" as a way to preserve their individual souls in an increasingly collective universe.

She said and her smile was cold and calculating this time. “Fenrir approves I guess.” Tamara said and then Serenity spoke up. “Hey there is another seismic event, they are putting all of the pacific on alert again. I am in Japan at the moment. I can tell you that a lot of places here can’t take another surge of water like has been happening. Several islands are just gone. I want to leave here, but there are no flights out, and with the rush of people trying to get out or to higher ground everything is grid locked at the moment. The last tidal surge went six miles inland, six miles!” She said and sounded worried.

But urgent. Jessica entered. “New anomaly. Pacific Rim. High-frequency algorithm clusters. Could be another shard.” Lena walked in behind her, the book in her hands. “Then we go. Again.” Torin sighed. “Will it ever end?” Lena smiled sadly. “That’s the wrong question.” “Then what is the right one?” Jessica asked. “Will we keep choosing to face it?” They left at dawn. And behind them, the archive lights dimmed—not in silence, but in remembrance.

Sword Lights flickered, and True Energy swept through the air. The terrifying True Energy rippled through the surroundings like waves of water, causing 100-meter tsunamis to form in the water. The tsunami crashed toward James. His body was like a boat swaying along with violent motions. James stepped forward and appeared higher in the air. He looked at the island in front of him with a frown and said, “Why are cultivators fighting in the Pacific Ocean? Has some kind of treasure appeared here?”

"If you trip and skin your knee, you might irradiate the Eastern Hemisphere. Keep the suit on." We were taking the Old Line a refurbished cargo rail that ran from the mining deeps of the Yukon all the way to the jagged ruins of the Pacific Coast. From there, we would have to cross the water. "Why the Pacific?" I asked Silas, tracing the route on the map. "The Prism is in the Atlantic. That's the other side of the world." "Because the Atlantic coast is a dead zone," Silas explained, adjusting his spectacles.

he whispered against my mouth. As the Phantoms began to move down the ridge, their red taillights forming a long, winding snake of fire through the mountain passes, I looked out at the Pacific. The water was black, cold, and silent, hiding the remains of the yacht and the secrets of the Board. The "New Blood Reign" wasn't a title we had stolen; it was a debt we were paying in advance to the dark.