Sci Fi Spaceship Novels & Stories

She tossed a crushed, metallic cylinder at Dax’s feet. "The beacon is dead, but the handshake completed," Reyes reported, her breathing heavy. "The armada has our exact coordinates. And Steele... they aren't just sending drop-ships. I pulled the telemetry from the spy's cranial implant before I zeroed him. They've deployed the Solaris-Class Dreadnoughts." "How big are they?" Dax asked, not taking his eyes off the horizon. "Big enough to block out the sun," Reyes said grimly. "They don't land. They hover in low orbit and drop Hell-Pods kinetic drilling transports designed to bypass energy shields by burrowing through the bedrock underneath them."

“Silas is a child playing with blocks. This... this is the hands that carved the blocks.” She closed her eyes, pushing her consciousness outward. She bypassed the heavy lead shielding of the walls, her mind leaping into the stratosphere. What she saw made her blood turn to ice. Twelve black, triangular craft vessels that looked like shards of midnight were descending through the clouds in a perfect geometric formation. They didn't use engines; they moved by warping the space around them, a silent, terrifying grace that defied every law of human aerodynamics. They bore no flags, no serial numbers, and no markings of any known nation.

If they cannot steal one from a humanoid, they may find a place where they hide one—a spare spaceship. Back when they were spaceship workers, two things they know for sure about the spaceship. First, humanoids can drive them. Two, they keep them because somehow being in the air makes them dizzy, which puts them at a disadvantage. They can chase but not that fast. People do not get that weak in the air. Where could we possibly get one? She keeps on thinking that there is no spaceship on the science complex, and there is nothing even here near the river. Caves do not have them either, and if they went farther, their mission might just come to an end. And nobody wants that to happen.

I said softly. The truth is, I don't know what I'm talking about. That's impossible, yes. But deep down, I want to see Mana and Joyce again not as Nicky but as me. Cole. Maybe I'll just visit here, it depends on how. I saw Mana stop before slowly turning to me. I almost laughed when I saw his expression as if he was about to cry. "Really?" I nodded. "Yes. America is close to the Philippines. We are no longer in the time of Eve and Adam, Mana... the spaceship is in fashion now. If Pluto is coming, is it still here?"

For now, her current goal was to get from her home world of Adryn-VI in a rural corner of Hyperion space and get to Braeccus Alpha. The calm and silence was so prevalent that she dozed off in the chair. In her dreams she sees the vastness of the cosmos, the planets, and the stars, a shape catches her attention. In an asteroid belt, amongst the rocks was a massive ship. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, hundreds of meters of black sleek armor with large intimidating guns and cannons, and at the back were powerful engines that spewed forth blue light. Just by looking at it, she could picture the rocking of the deck as the guns fired and she could feel the thrum as the engines ro

And then, on the horizon, a speck appeared, growing larger with each passing moment. As we watched, a magnificent shuttlecraft descended from the sky, its massive form casting a long shadow on the ground. The sleek vessel, designed to seat six with an expansive cargo hold, hovered effortlessly just a foot over the ground. David's eyes sparkled with pride as he declared, "This is Atlantis's own Star fleet, she is one of four, top of the line, and all yours! – my gift to you."

POV EMMA BELLE The vessel that emerged from the rift was not a mercury-ship or an asteroid. It was a perfect replica of the Sun-Spire, but its obsidian was bleached to the color of bone, and its emerald vines were made of frozen, unmoving silver. It didn't dock; it simply phased into our space, occupying the same coordinates as our harbor without displacing a single drop of water.

"Mainframe Secured. Ark systems: 100% under Navigator control. The Retrieval Fleet has been diverted. We are the masters of the Ark now." Scarlett looked out through the massive view-port at the Kunlun Mountain, still hovering in space beside them. "We have the ship, Caleb," she said, a small, tired smile on her face. "We have the mountain. And we have the cure." "So," Caleb smirked, pulling her closer. "What does a Queen and her King do with a five-mile-long spaceship?" "We go home," Scarlett said, her eyes fixed on the horizon of the world below. "But first... we're going to have a very long hot pot dinner. And this time, nobody gets to crash the party."

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.

“I’m ready. But how will we enter the fire of the sun?” The mechanical leader touched a chip on his chest, and a massive anti-matter spaceship descended through the clouds. “Lucas designed this vessel to withstand the sun’s heat. Come, Your Majesty—time is running out.” Sona stood beside me, clutching my clothes. Her golden eyes burned like fire. “Mother, I’m going with you. I can hear Father calling from within that fire.” We boarded the spacecraft. Thousands of small warships accompanied us. As we left the sky and entered the void of space, we witnessed a terrifying sight. A massive metallic ring surrounded the sun—the ‘Moreno Ring’—through which Father controlled the entire star.