Space Survival Novels & Stories

Inside the World-Ship, the environment was a "Sterile-Hell." The air was pressurized, but it wasn't air meant for lungs; it was a "Super-Critical-Fluid" of liquid nitrogen and argon, kept at a pressure that would crush a human chest. The Union survivors, now encased in their "Lunar-Armor" and breathing through "Glass-Lungs"—biological filters grown from the superconducting silica of the seafloor—were the only things that could move in this high-pressure void.

CHAPTER 6: Zara’s Pov BOOK 3 - Alien Ovipositor Probe "Houston, this is Salvage Runner Seven. I'm breaching the derelict now there's no signs of life, no power readings, let's do the standard sweep and scavenge." I cut the comm before Houston could respond with their usual safety protocol bullshit. Three months alone in deep space meant I'd stopped caring about regulations somewhere around week two. The airlock hissed open and I floated into darkness that smelled like metal and something organic. The scent made my skin prickle.

At the summit of Obsidian Ridge, hidden behind layers of thermal shielding and military-grade defenses, Villa 09 glowed like a sanctuary against the apocalypse. Before the household had fully awakened, I had quietly locked myself in the master study and entered the Sovereign Space. The moment my consciousness materialized, a crisp, golden notification banner exploded across my vision. [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: CONGRATULATIONS CONVERGENCE SURVIVOR!] [HOST HAS SUCCESSFULLY NAVIGATED THE INITIAL ATMOSPHERIC PHASE OF THE ETERNAL FROST. ALLOCATING SYSTEM EXPERIENCE POINTS...] [SOVEREIGN SPACE UPGRADE INITIALIZED: LEVEL 1 \rightarrow LEVEL 2.]

"No wind, no friction, no gravity. We’re a bubble of stolen time." ​The sensation was nauseating. Without the planet's rotation to ground us, up and down became suggestions rather than facts. The only thing keeping our feet on the floor was the artificial resonance of the Great Hammer, which Harl was now using to simulate gravity. ​"Three days to the Tenth Suture," I said, leaning against the central trunk of the Grove. My silver hands were cold, the mercury veins glowing a steady, predatory purple. "Sarah, prepare the medical wards. If there are survivors in the water-world, they’ll be suffering from decompression and static-burns."

I never expect in my entire life to ever feel this kind of emotion that you give me---FRIENDSHIP. My whole life is full of lies. It revolves only by serving those greedy humanoids like us. I thought colonizing is the best thing I could ever do but I am wrong. I realized things because of you all—humanoid 2. Sarah and Grace are having a rest. Grace is at sleep, besides of her is Sarah who deeply thinks of how they can survive. They don't know the happenings between the two humanoids and the scientists. Out of the spaceship, the sun is nearly at the sunset. There is a remaining fuel but only for a short travel in the space. So, the plan is when Sarah and Grace got deeply fall asleep. Then that

"Message: my name is Venteri." I am the last survivor on the planet Juno in the constellation Alindarga after a massive epidemic of the deadly virus "Itrokt", to which I was the only one immune. I have food and water supplies for several years of life. At night I like to look at the sky to see other constellations. There must be someone out there I'm talking to. I hope you will hear and answer me. You're the only one who can help me - using a special device resembling a miniature radio telescope, along later passed the next scheduled morning message into space».

Terror doesn’t even consider it for a second before answering "Are you fucking insane?” He demanded, “The atmoshell doesn't extend to outside the hull." "We both have inhuman vitality, I bet we have a good chance of lasting a while out there. Plus, we'd be that much closer to your cabin." "But we’d still be exposing ourselves to the harsh unforgiving cosmos, do you known how many different things out there could kill us depending on which quadrant we’re passing through?" "The body is far more resilient than you might think,” Nya stated, “all we really need are rebreathers, and we can make it,"

At a problem so large that looking at the whole thing was useless and the only option was to look at the part directly in front of her and do that part and then look at the next part. She'd done this before. Different shape, same problem. "The children first," she said. "Ren's children and Sable's people and any physical settlements we can reach. They get into the underground structures and the river buildings before anything else." She turned. "Our people the compression survivors they have six months in these bodies regardless. Cold is a secondary threat for them. We focus on the ones who don't have the six months built in." "Cas isn't going to like the prioritization."

he begins, but I cut him off. “I agree, that’s where e start,” I say picking up my spoon again. “You two are so weird,” Loki chuckles. “It’s like you can read each other’s thoughts… now, where do we start?” he asks, smirking. “We go back to Mia’s pack,” I say, holding up my spoon. “We look for survivors or clues if Menard knew Audra or where she may have been.” “What about Mia?” Loki asks. “What about her?”

Every mission had to be accomplished as if it were a matter of life or death. They camped that night not because they had the greatest need, but because they had missed something while searching in the dark. They were much closer to the last known location of the people they were looking for. Ragnar now has the wisdom to hold off the suitors a little further and let the Space Wolf go the rest of the way. It was a long wooded area where the lightning was visible. The only reasonable way to enter is on foot. They also found traces of missing packaging, such as discarded feeding tubes and chainsawed trees. At first it was a sign of carelessness or arrogance. Hengist's team made sure no trace wa