Spacecamp Novels & Stories

The only obstacle was crossing a river. Eve stared at me, her eyes full of helplessness. "But I don’t know how to swim." I lowered my gaze and whispered, "I’ve hidden a small boat in the cornfield. When the lantern ceremony begins the day after tomorrow, we’ll sneak away and escape." The old fishing boat had been discarded by a fisherman in the village, left abandoned in the fields. I had secretly repaired it and stashed it in the cornfield when no one was watching. Eve’s eyes lit up.

The estate stretched behind them like a sleeping beast, silver clouds drifting over its spires. For a moment, none of them spoke. The moon hung low, heavy, almost close enough to touch. Evelyn turned to Lucien. “What happens now?” He looked up at the sky. “Now?” “Now that the truth is out.” His eyes caught the moonlight, silver and burning. “Now we find out if we’re the first to survive it.” Behind them, deep in the house, a voice whispered through the broken comms system—static laced with words that weren’t supposed to exist anymore:

A chain rattled softly. Her gaze snapped down. A metal cuff circled her ankle, tethered to a short length of chain bolted into the floor. "No..." She whispered, her breath trembling as she yanked at it, the iron biting into her skin, but it didn't budge. She pressed her palms to her temples, forcing herself to think. The Outlands. Erik said the Outlands was safe. A sanctuary beyond the North where no Lycan could cross, no Alpha's rule could reach. A place for the forgotten and for the free.

The de-orbiting of the Consortium-Prime’s "Repo-Stations" had left the night sky over New York littered with falling amber sparks—the final, incinerating remains of a bankrupt century. But as the "Mechanical-Eyes" of the old world burned out in the atmosphere, the "Somatic-Eyes" of the first generation of "Glow-Children" were opening to a spectrum that ignored the limitations of distance and vacuum. The Avery-Arbor was no longer a terrestrial sanctuary; it had become a "Launch-Pad" for a consciousness that didn't require a pressurized hull to travel the stars.

The fierce look between Deucalion and me was broken by the Blackridge Luna. “Enough!” Her voice cut through the hall. Everyone went silent. She stepped between us, her eyes moving from Deucalion to me. “This is a pack celebration, not a challenge ground.” Deucalion’s red eyes remained on mine for another second before slowly returning to normal. Mine did the same. I could still feel my wolf moving restlessly inside me. The Luna turned to me. “Malia, go back to your room.”

His grey-gold eyes burned with pure, apex predatory wrath. Dominic looked down at Clara, his left arm tightening around her waist with fierce, unyielding protection. "Marcus, prepare the Vance Aegis. We intercept the scout at the Kuiper Belt." "Dominic," Clara murmured softly, resting her hand over his pulsing chest, feeling the intense, scorching heat of his dark plasma. "If we destroy it out there in deep space, we risk triggering an automated distress pulse that could alert their vanguard commanders immediately. We need to capture its datacore intact."

) "Awesome. So as long as we manage to continue borrowing the energy from Ki, this ship not only functions as a home base, but also is the perfect GPS and call directory. Does she even realize how far her powers of time and space can go?? No matter. As it currently stands, so long as she continues to remain on the ship or keeps the mask on with the transmitter inside of it we have infinite fuel and power resources. The only thing we cannot replenish is food and water. On the off-chance she decides to run away, no more fuel. Worst comes to worst, we got about an hour at best." (Xanne walks up to a console that has what appears to be a tablet sitting upon it. Looking at the screen reads, "Date

she said biting his head off. Trix did a once over of the guards again. “We can take them,” she decided. “Yeah, whatever,” Tristan said. Trix could feel his discomfort from where she stood beside him. “We need an escape route,” he said. “Look at you thinking like one of those misfits,” Trix taunted, she would enjoy it while it lasted before he became his bitter self once more. She closed her eyes and opened them once more. “And the egg became a portal key to the place the holder most desired,” her voice was monotone and her eyes distant, with a slight purplish hue.

Kataros:Burn it I do not want to see that body Zeno:As you say great general Kataros:And zeno give our soldiers two days rest next we are heading to Neptune Zeno:yes great general (as he leaves) Queen Elvina spaceship crash lands on earth but Elvina and her son are in sleeping mode while minos spaceship keeps heading to earth. As minos spaceship crash lands on earth he gets out of it and rushes to find the queen and her son spaceship once he finds it they all get out and move out of the crash site before scientists reach the site to inspect what crashed and the queen,her son and minos move to a hidden location for the meantime

—SCRAMJET HYVE A huge black security guard escorted her to the outer office. “This is Miss Laura Kerr, I’ve checked her ID. She’s got an appointment with Mr Calder.” Dean Calder’s blonde secretary turned on a false smile. “Sorry about the heavy security, Miss Kerr. You know what it’s like.” Laura nodded, hoping to appear worldly. She glanced at the poster on the wall behind the secretary’s desk – a large artist’s impression of the Hyve, in earth orbit and approaching the International Space Station with its main rocket motor blazing. There was going to be a pretty massive collision in about half a second. “He asked me to send you straight in,” the blonde added, in a tone of saccharin sweetne