Space I Novels & Stories

She stopped when she realized something. "!!!!!!!!" It's her space! But how???!" In the apocalypse, she didn't have other powers aside from a 50 sq meter space. Although it wasn't powerful, space users are very important for survival. They can store food, ammo, beds, tents, anything that could be a hindrance while fighting. She heard that some had bigger space, but they belonged to the military or a powerful clan. She runs and jumps and laughs like a madman. 'Thank God! A miracle!' Touches the dent in between her brows...thinks...'Was it my necklace?!!!'

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¶¶ The world's a messed up place. No one's to be trusted, so you gotta hurt them before they hurt you. ~ Martin Adekunle - ISSY (easy) ¶¶ Martin wouldn't even spare her a glance. They had crossed paths a few times and the boy had walked on like she didn't exist. She needed to talk to him. To set things straight. Whether they liked it or not, they were still in a relationship and things were in a bad place.

WilliamFind "Space Wolf" As far as he could see, there was no senseless imminent danger. He understood that he should always be ready for a challenge. who can say Anyone can be arrested there. Maybe the previous packaging did. Ragnar looked down the barrel of his gun to find his target. I could see nothing but two squirrels gathering nuts under the nearest tree. A dark and evil force was evident. Packets may be lost, slow, or the communication equipment may be faulty. Ragnar muttered to himself. He doubted such a simple explanation was possible. Led by an experienced space wolf sergeant, the Bloodclaw group must not get lost on Mount Asaheim. They had a compass, classified ads, and all kinds

Soon the day came when they were supposed to leave for their Mars trip. All the students needed to reach the spaceport on time. Rosa had gotten up early that morning, gotten ready, bid her parents bye and quickly booked an aircab to reach the spaceport on time. As the aircab arrived she jumped inside it aircab and soon reached the spaceport. Sofia was already there waiting for her.

~Juniper's POV~ The hum of the spaceship's engines was a constant lullaby, vibrating through the sleek metal walls of the Odyssey. I, Juniper Martin, had been a space cadet for three years now, and this solo mission with Mario Russo felt like a dream assignment. Or maybe a nightmare waiting to happen. We were charting a new asteroid belt for the Earth Space Command, our urban inspired habitat pod mimicking a high-rise apartment in New York, complete with holographic windows showing starry vistas and a control station that looked like a futuristic cock-pit bar.

“You can go inside in a few minutes. But only Alpha and Beta. We can’t risk infection while she is in critical condition.” We all nodded, and the doctor continued. “I don’t think I have to say this, but Alpha, the mate bond will help her heal, so I recommend you spend as much time with her as possible.” “Of course.” Logan said. “My mom can handle pack business until she wakes up.” Luna Gloria nodded and smiled at her son. “I can also help.” Drake added. “I am not going back to my pack until I know she will be okay.” “Thank you, Drake.” Logan said.

The moon was high and silver over the Kingdom of Westoria, casting long and peaceful shadows across the stone floors of the royal palace. Inside her new room, Jillian was sitting on the edge of a bed that felt softer than any cloud she had ever imagined in her dreams. She was brushing her long silver hair and humming a small tune, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the fireplace. Her mind was busy thinking about Beta Paul and the way his eyes had crinkled at the corners when he smiled at her during the royal dinner.

Vanessa added. "A vacation? Where?" asked Raine. "On Tagaytay. I already booked us a room for a hotel. What is it's name again?" replied Vanessa, "Oh, right! It's Hotel del Estrella!"

All of them were the living memory of what this pack is. The space between the moons. She had read about it in the first notebook, the first year Ivory Voss was in the territory. The space between the moons is not nothing. It is, in fact, where we live. She had read it many times. She understood it now in the way she understood things that had been true before she named them. The space between the moons was not the dramatic arc. The space between the moons was not the peak of the thing or the arrival of the thing or the naming of the thing.