Spacecamp Novels & Stories

It will not do to have Graydon think the Alpha accompanying him is a giant baby. We move together starting from the tunnel on our left. There will be a mark, he mindlinks, for their pack to know which tunnel. Look for anything unnusual. We shine our torches up and down the archways to the tunnels. We do it for each of the seven tunnels. At the last one we turn and try again. This time scanning in minutely different spots.

“Stand back away from the door, I am going to try and kick it in.” “NO!!!!” The loud scream came from the other side of the big metal door. “What do you mean no? I am going to get you out of there. Carlos can no longer hurt you, you are free.” I said as reassuringly as I could muster. “You do not understand. This door cannot be opened. This whole cabin is rigged with explosives. If that door is tampered with at all, this whole thing could blow. Killing Amelia, myself and even you.”

You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, so I ask, “ I’ve never heard y’all use these nicknames. Jase is Alpha. Ran is Oscar. Lock is Hotel.” “I’m Sierra and Wes is Charlie. Unjumble the codes, baby. What does it spell?” Arson is the one to answer me. I think about it for a minute. If I go military code, each word is a letter, and those letters spell C.H.A.O.S. Weston Chancler is Charlie. Lachlan Hartley is Hotel. Jase Alto is Alpha. Ransom Oaks is Oscar. Arson Skaggs is Sierra. Wow, talk about a double-connotation acronym.

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

"Scopulus seems to have joined the Ruin Order! It's a hostile organization that goes against Star Alliance. The last I heard of them was when it got destroyed! How did they get a Destroyer-class spaceship?" For the first time, Felix felt helpless. His martial arts and soul techniques were useless against a Destroyer-class spaceship. "Is there truly no other way?" he asked. Immediately, a staff member reported in a shocked voice, "This is bad. The opposing spaceship has activated its energy cannon. We will be destroyed in T-minus five minutes!" The energy cannon needed exactly five minutes to accumulate the energy. Once it had been completed, one shot could destroy any planets, not to mention

She was the powerless Luna, a mere girl in the eyes of the pack, and she had accepted that role without question. The night was eerily quiet, save for the crackle of the campfire and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The gathered wolves formed a semicircle, their attention fixed on Kael. He stood like a statue, his posture rigid, the flickering flames casting shadows across his chiseled features. His voice cut through the stillness as he addressed the pack, issuing orders in clipped, decisive tones.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

There's no way he's trying to escape his responsibility of being my personal nurse—when I'm the one who took care of him when he's sick! Straight men and their audacity. I stood up from my bed to grab Damian's phone. I should start scheduling appointments from derma clinics after I get out of here. I have to know if this will cause infection—that will be the end of my world. While I'm busy using Damian's phone, I heard a commotion outside of the cabin. Without hesitation, I sprint out of the cabin—leaving Damian's phone on the bed. As I walked outside, I saw the nuns and the other people of the camp surrounding something unknown. It's a UFO—Unidentified F*cking Obstruction of peace.

At the fading light of a dead universe's sunset reflected in the amber eyes of an entity that had just been offered something it had not possessed in nine billion years. A future. "Let us go home," Jack said. "Boss," Marcus coughed, blood speckling his lips, "I do not know if you have noticed, but we are floating inside a giant mouth in deep space with no propulsion, no oxygen, and no money." "Details." Jack tapped the Utterance's filaments. "Mercy, I need an extraction. Can the Ledger's broadcast network be reverse-engineered into a spatial fold?" "That is not how broadcast networks work," Ben protested from orbit.

The Silver Moon Pack's mansion stood tall and imposing as Alpha Jake and Mara arrived. The grandeur of the building was undeniable, and its walls seemed to hold countless stories and secrets within. As they entered the mansion, Alpha Jake led Mara through the spacious hallways to a comfortable guest room. The room was tastefully decorated, with deep blue and silver accents that reflected the pack's emblem. A large, plush bed dominated the center of the room, adorned with soft, moon-themed cushions and throws. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal glow inside.