Space Horror Novels & Stories

It went completely, terrifyingly dark. The survivors’ eyes weren't glowing with my silver light. They weren't reflecting the Spire. Every single person in the colony had eyes that had turned a solid, matte black—voids where their souls used to be. "Ivy," Dante rasped, his hand moving to his pistol as he stepped in front of me. "That’s not your Sync. That’s not 7.0." I looked into the void of the crowd’s eyes and felt a new, cold voice wake up in the deepest part of my brain. It wasn't the Heir. It was something older. Something the Sovereigns had been running from.

screens began to turn black. "Hello, Father," the boy’s voice whispered through the intercom. "Thank you for reopening the line of credit. I’ve been waiting in the 'Deleted Items' for a long time." The Mid-Point: The Siege of the Spire In New York, the "Re-Formatting" of the black ships hit a catastrophic snag. The ships that were turning into libraries suddenly halted, their hulls sprouting obsidian thorns. The iridescent light of Hope Thorne-Vance began to flicker as a bronze-colored signal began to broadcast from the Basement in the Suburbs.

Lifeless cars sat on hydraulic lifts, surrounded by layers of dust and debris under broken skylights. At the far end of the garage, standing atop an overturned tool chest, was the level three telepathic zombie. Unlike the hulking level-three strength beast from before, this creature was terrifyingly lean, its limbs impossibly long and spider-like. Its skull was unnaturally distended and translucent, pulsing with a volatile, veins-of-light glow that exposed the twitching, hyper-evolved mass beneath. The moment they shattered its sanctuary, the telepathic zombie let out a horrifying, high-pitched screech. A visible ripple of distorted reality blasted outward—a localized psychic shockwave meant

"What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us. Mason is human too. But he has been with us since... I don’t remember. Maybe since he was a kid himself. Serving my parents and then me. Max, Enzo. Zee and Saint are Vampires. You can see their eyes have a tinge of red. Unlike mine. Mine are deep blue. Because I am hybrid". He gently wiped the sweat on his forehead "Wha.. What is a ... Hybrid". Callum stuttered. He was more normal than before, still not fully.

"There are missiles and infrared systems outside the safe zone, and we have satellites monitoring the zombies' movements. Whatever you highlighted won't happen." I shook my head. "That's not enough. There will be too many zombies to deal with, and the satellite will be destroyed a month before the wave. We won't be in time to detect them." "I'll guarantee your safety. Please head back and get some rest." He evidently didn't believe that I'd been reborn. He'd only gone along with me to pacify me. It didn't matter, though. As long as a seed of doubt was planted, the military would up its defenses.

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

Through the wood, I saw her silhouette flicker, like a candle about to go out. I ran back to my room. The digital clock still said 12:00 AM. I tried the TV. Nothing. The radio. Static. I opened the front door to the stairwell. The light was everywhere. No shadows. No darkness. The world was being erased from the edges inward. I remembered something. A news report from last week. Scientists had detected a strange wave coming from deep space. They said it was harmless. Just a burst of energy. They said not to worry.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

She grimaced and slightly shook my arm. "You're with me, right? So why should I be afraid?" I had no choice but to come with her. She smiled at me whenever we heard someone was shouting inside that horror house. As we entered a tiny darkroom, I was walking behind Astrid and warned anyone who was trying to scare her. I immediately noticed the cobwebs that covered all the corners of this room, just like how it was done to any other horror house. There were some spiders that we were threading towards their prey. There were some light bulbs that were being turned on and off by someone just to scare anyone who may enter. I kicked some of the zombies who were hiding behind some curtains. Astrid li