Scifi Novels & Stories

The floor is covered in bodies laying on top of one another. Dead. Bullets and daggers, swords, all kinds of guns, rifles, and pistols. It's like a bomb just exploded here. The office's walls are destroyed, the lights from the ceiling broke. There are fire somewhere around here since the room is covered in smoke. I held my breath. "Holy shit." "This is-," Scout gave us a minute to let this sink in before he ordered us to start working.

cotton T-shirts and shirts, gliding sensually over those tight muscles, like if they were constantly being moved because of the dancing. In the light of the moon and stars, the white shirt gleamed a little, framing solid pectorals with a few brown hairs. Unable to resist, so I leaned in closer, noticing the scent of something spicy. I couldn't recognize it, so I pressed my face against the warm, firm skin on her forehead. top of your chest. One of Matt's hands was still curled around my buttock, but the other glided up and down my bare back, warming me and making me shiver as

My body shakes in fear as he tells me about this place. “This is my area to relax. I monitor things here while Brad is away. Like my own little office, nice, isn’t it.” He licked his lips and smiled. What did they do to me last night?? I can’t remember a damn thing. I could see he wouldn’t tell me even if I asked him. Minho got up and walked away towards the computers. Multiple screens are switched on at once. Enjoy the show; he says– what is so interesting?? It is just blank screens. I wanted to attack him when I saw what was on them brutally. He will die by my hands, and I wouldn’t care if I go to jail for it. They will probably award me.

" It's Stranger Things. Name a better sci-fi than this and no... I lift a finger in the air. "Star Wars doesn't count." ''Star Wars ain't sci-fi '' he retorts back, facing me too and somehow managing to only linger for three seconds at my boobs which are pressing against his shirt. Arguing with him sends a rush of adrenaline through me, making my nipples turn into two pebbled peaks. ''It isn't?'' 'Well, not exactly. It's more" of a space adventure fantasy. You want hardcore sci-fi, you gotta watch dystopian shit.

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]

“I will not lose him again.” Sebastian shivered at the sound of the tall boy’s voice. It was not the playful voice of a child, which they were accustomed to hearing, but that of a person who was ready to kill. “Let me take a look at Dorin,” said Benette beside him. “ They pulled Dorin off the chair and dragged him to the other side of the table. Vincent took a deep breath. Slowly, he let it out as he felt the presence of a wormhole beginning to open right in front of them.

As she reached an intolerable peak of excitement, Lara sank her teeth into his shoulder and was flung over the edge into quivering, whimpering fulfillment at the same time as he was. His breathing pattern roughly audible, Christophe dealt her a shattered glance and slowly lowered her limp body to the floor again, glittering golden eyes still pinned to her. Christophe dropped a kiss on to her eyebrow and began rearranging her dress with hands that were uncharacteristically clumsy. “We’d better get out of here…” He indicated the red light flashing behind the open control panel, readjusting whatever he had previously put out of place at speed. “In a matter of seconds, security will be here.”

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

His name even brings tingles to my skin. Jackson Scarpinzi. I have known him since we were in kindergarten. I met him because he stole my blue crayon and I needed it for my picture of a field of flowers. He wouldn't give it back so I tackled him to the ground. It's also the day he asked me to be his girlfriend.

A shrill scream escaped her lips as a blur of figures pushed past her knocking her off balance, she watched as two beasts straight out of a sci fi movie tousled before her, her mouth hung agape in pure silence Their energies opened up to her and she watched as they tore into each other helplessly until the darker vessel took over towering above the wolf-like creature "WEAK!" She heard it snarl as it readied it's deadly spikes She felt the shrill scream leave her throat just as it's clawed hands were about to come down, but rather than just an ordinary scream, she felt imbued with power and a strength she'd never known, giving her voice enough energy to knock the thing over, it crashed into a