Red Rising Starshell Novels & Stories

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

Her dark hair now fell in thick, glossy waves past her bare shoulders, brushing the nipples Gabriel could easily picture beneath that clinging red jersey dress, the only one… decent enough for her to wear. The dress showed off the top swell of her overflowing breasts beneath the spaghetti straps and barely reached halfway down her creamy thighs. She’d put on lipstick, a red color that matched her dress. Her legs were slender and perfect, ending in sharp black stiletto heels. He couldn’t blame either of them for staring. Even though he wanted to kill them for it. Strange, Gabriel thought, he’d never been jealous before of other men staring at Calleigh. He’d always accepted it as something qui

that was deleting the universe. The Call of the Others "Elara... I’m picking up a transmission," Julian’s voice flickered into her mind, sharper than ever. "It’s not coming from the Ring. It’s coming from the other Shells." A holographic display bloomed in the center of the Spire. Dozens of icons flickered to life. Shell 402-Beta (The Scorched): High-heat signatures, feline-predator silhouettes. Shell 99-Zeta (The Abyssal): Aquatic shifters, bioluminescent energy grids.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

a melodic, multi-tonal projection echoed through the bridge, sounding like the humming of a thousand stars. The Star Seeders began to spray a substance over our ship: a thick, glowing "Stellar Oil" that looked like liquid amethyst. As the oil coated the quartz plating, the Void Eaters slid off the hull, unable to find a grip on the viscous, high-frequency light. The resonance static began to clear, and I felt the sixty-beat rhythm of my heart stabilize once more.

I mumble and continue cleaning as I grab the last plate. "Lippy! Come back!" The voice echoes as if in a cave. I felt a breeze grazing by my neck as I felt a tickle. I touch the back of my neck and look behind me to see that ripple effect. It was glowing and static. "Lippy!" I put the plate down and approach the unusual mysterious thing in the middle of the kitchen. Then the ripple, like a tv, suddenly pops a scene of a forest. A forest I know. "Go away, Nick!" A little girl screamed, and the ripple screen became high-quality.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

Andrew realized something was wrong and told Eric to stop. Eric scoffed. "She's just a lowly woman. If she dies, who cares?" Andrew frowned. "Stop. We still don't know where Shiloh is. We worked hard to capture her, and if you kill her now, everything will be wasted." Eric finally withdrew Phantom Mirage and let her go. "Fine. Then you ask her yourself." Andrew tore open the back of Cordelia's dress, revealing a crimson tattoo between her shoulder blades. It was a small red serpent coiled in a circular mark, clearly a symbol of the Crimson Flame Cult.

"A-And the turtles are being trained by a rat! A really tough fucking rat! And we're gonna roll over and take it! I mean we're not!... DON'T FUCK WITH OUR TURTLES!.... OR OUR WOMENS!" "HAHAHA" The radio DJ came back over the air dying in laughter. "And they sent in an image to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies. (The picture was the image of the group photo on the rock from the original Red Dawn with Patrick Swayze and Charlie Sheen, except it was photoshopped to make the group look half their actual size and put masks on them all.)

“So it’s like underwater weed?” He chuckled. “Kind of. But more vivid. Colors look different; sounds travel in waves you can almost see.” “That sounds insane. What else do you have?” He leaned back, looking up thoughtfully. “Some people follow starfish trails. There's a certain type of reef starfish that emits a pheromone cloud when they mate. It raises your dopamine levels if you are close by. It’s mostly accidental, but some people chase the feeling.” “Wait, you’re telling me you can get high off horny starfish?”