Space Survival Novels & Stories

The air inside the Alpha-Zero smelled of stale ozone, ancient grease, and something else, something organic and slightly sweet. ​"Life support is on emergency backup," Ren noted, pointing to the dim, red lights flickering along the ceiling of the corridor. "But the gravity is stable. Someone, or something, is keeping the core warm." ​They moved through the narrow hallways, their flashlights cutting through the gloom. The ship was a time capsule of early Miller Global ambition. Blueprints for the first "Kinetic Armor" were pinned to the walls of the engineering bays; prototypes of the "Neural-Link" sat on workbenches, looking like primitive torture devices compared to the sleek tech Leo had g

The cashier gave me a strange look when I rolled up with a cart full of canned goods, first aid kits, bottled water, and camping gear. “Planning a trip?” he joked. “Something like that,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “Just… being prepared.” If only he knew. As I scanned the aisles, my mind replayed the simulation — the way the streets had looked after the Collapse. I recognized this very block, burning. The people screaming, the blood painting the sidewalks. I had died just a few blocks away from here last time. My chest tightened. Not this time. I loaded my car and activated my Spatial Storage. The air shimmered, swallowing the supplies whole. They vanished into the glowing void of the Sa

Every drop was precious, a life-sustaining elixir in this desolate wasteland. The air itself felt oppressive, the weight of it pressing down on my chest. Every breath was a gamble, a silent prayer against the ever-present threat of radiation leaks. The constant fear of a catastrophic system failure hung like a guillotine over our heads, a constant reminder of our vulnerability. The dome’s antiquated technology struggled to maintain life support, a perpetual battle against entropy. A low, guttural groan emanated from the generators, a mournful sound that underscored our fragile existence. We lived on borrowed time, existing in the shadow of a potential apocalypse.

Ray didn't need the machines—his spatial perception far surpassed any CT scanner or MRI. And when it came to surgery, spatial severing allowed him to outperform even the greatest surgical masters. Suddenly, he paused mid-step. Molly stopped as well. "Something wrong… or did your shoelace come undone?" 'Ha, she's teasing me.' Ray smiled. "There are living people here." Molly arched a sharp, commanding brow. "We're almost two months into the apocalypse. Do you think there's anything to eat in a hospital?"

So close to Xander, yet invisible. “Commander,” one of the scouts called, “the patrol team is requesting backup. They pursued Rogues into the glacier nearly 24 hours ago. They haven’t returned.” My death report was handed to Xander. Just as he reached out to take it, his assistant, Hudson, snatched it away. “Xander—Daisy’s trapped in the glacier too. You know she’s just an Omega; she can’t survive out here alone.” “I’ll send another team to help the patrol. You go to Daisy. Don’t forget… she’s carrying your pup.”

I had to come up for air after a short while. Half an hour passed, and Alaric Jaggedmane still hadn't surfaced. "Could something have happened to him?" I gritted my teeth and dove back down. The lakebed was full of aquatic plants and scattered rocks. A single misstep could leave one tangled with the plants or wounded by the sharp edges of rocks. I carefully maneuvered through the obstacles, but my ankle still got caught in the weeds. No matter how I struggled, I couldn't break free. The commotion I caused caught Alaric's attention as he searched for the ring nearby. He immediately swam over and used his dagger to cut me free before pulling me toward the surface.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

“That makes sense.” We talked then—slowly, carefully—about the plans ahead. “Woods,” Zerina suggested. “Somewhere we can disappear. Streams to bathe in. Clean water. Quiet places. We can find a dark quiet place and sleep during the day only or you could sleep in my head at night while I run. During the day I can sleep in your head while you walk.” I nodded. “I was thinking the same. If we find the right spot, I can pack some simple foods—things that don’t need to be refrigerated. We can fish if we have to.”

Dead or alive. Namangha ako nang makita kung gaano kalawak ang loob ng spaceship. Kung titingnan kasi sa labas ay parang ang liit-liit lamang nito. May parang common area pa na may dalawang mahabang sofa at dalawa ring single sofa. Mayroon pang ibang kwarto para sa mga emergency supplies, food supplies, engines, at kung anu-ano pang kailangan namin sa paglalakbay.

The geothermal system had been running for forty-eight hours, and Clara could already feel the difference. The bunker was warm and comfortable, the temperature holding steady at 22°C despite the -50°C temperatures outside. The air was fresh and clean, the filtration system removing any trace of the toxins that were poisoning the surface. She was sealed inside her fortress, protected from the apocalypse that was consuming the world above.