Soaring Of Galaxia Novels & Stories

Origin stood in the center of everything. Looking very unhappy. Nova pushed through the crowd. "What happened?" Origin pointed upward. Nova followed her gaze. And froze. The stars were moving. Not orbiting. Not drifting. Moving. Entire constellations shifted across the heavens. Galaxies changed position. Clusters of newborn stars gathered together. Forming patterns. Symbols. Messages. The universe was writing something. The realization sent chills through everyone. The First Memory stared upward. Her silver eyes glowing brightly. "It's communicating." Silence.

Godeater continued its advance throughout the Milky Way galaxy completely unabated and unhindered. Absolutely nothing and no-one could stop it. Worst of all, it did so patiently. It could certainly have consumed the rest of the galaxy in short order by reflecting itself in every direction. But it instead chose to be slow and systematic, and pushed its own borders outward carefully. The deep, dark void reached out in every direction and pulled in everything closest to it into shadow. Except for three special cases.

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

"The Galactic Core. Go there. Upload your union. Your bond is the new blueprint. If you survive the gateway, the galaxy lives. If not... everything burns." The platform beneath them buckled. "Get back to the ship! Now!" Kaelor grabbed Aradaa’s hand, dragging him toward the Gaea as the nebula began to contract, the lavender clouds turning into crushing walls of shadow. The Gaea groaned as it settled into the gravitational slipstream. Inside the command hub, the air was thick, charged with the ozone of the Alpha's dying breath and the scent of jasmine sap. The ship was preparing for a light-speed jump it wasn't built for.

“You won’t fall either way.” Before she could argue, his enormous wings unfolded with a deafening rustle, the sheer size of them blotting out the stars. The air around her stilled unnaturally, and then the world tilted as he surged upward with a lurch that stole her breath. Caelia clung tightly, her fingers gripping the ridge of his neck as the ground fell away beneath them. The forest turned into a blur, the wind a faint whisper against the magical barrier protecting her. The moonlit night stretched out around them, vast and infinite, as they soared higher and higher into the sky.

Ang bata ay nagsimulang magsalita sa isang wikang hindi maintindihan, ngunit sa bawat salita, isang imahe ang lumalabas sa gitna ng kweba. ​Nakita nila ang Andromeda Galaxy. Nakita nila ang isang nilalang na kasing-laki ng isang buwan, binalot ng puting sutla na may mga koronang gawa sa nagniningas na bituin. Ito ang The Sovereign Weaver.

She didn’t understand the significance of what she was seeing, but Claris was more than eager to explain it to her. “You’re right my dear,” she smiled. “You see, a child of promise, which is what yours is, is only born once in a millennium. At a specific moment, each of the aligned galaxies will coordinate to bring about the appearance of Aliyah, the great celestial goddess. She…” Claris was cut off by a loud bang that echoed throughout the small room. Mitzie let out a loud gasp as her head whipped to the side. Claris’ eyes were wide, and she was grasping her throat like she was choking.

The enormous tortoise walked through the space crack at an extremely fast speed. Although the Beast Galaxy was far away from the the Milky Way, they would soon reach it under the lightning speed of the enormous tortoise.

Viennashal Iminz Goddess of Peace and High Ruler of Galaxia Prime stood out on one of the many balconies of her palace as she gazed out at the city of Alterria. Buildings that stretched high into the clouds and shined bright of the sparkling metal crystal as old as the Realm. She watched the dozens of traffic lanes full of hovercraft and airspeeders making their way from one sector of Galaxia to another. She closed her eyes and for a moment tuned out all the sounds of the city, she concentrated on the beings within the palace. She quickly was able to place her eight royal handmaidens, her valiant protectors who had been trained since childhood to protect her.

​The Triangulum Galaxy did not look like a collection of stars from the bridge of the Vane’s Legacy II. It looked like a Storm. ​A swirling, sapphire-blue vortex of gas and ancient light, Triangulum had always been the "Quiet Neighbor" of the Andromeda system. But as the Vane’s Legacy II detached from the newly grown Andromeda-Spire-Alpha, the "Null-Link" wasn't quiet. It was screaming with a frequency that was both terrifyingly alien and hauntingly familiar.