Spacecamp Novels & Stories

Naraja didn’t have the faintest idea…They were all dead… Naraja: “For now, let’s just keep running and figure out that issue later!!” John: “I agree with Naraja! Let’s just keep running until we can get out of this, aye!” Minch: “Fine…” As Naraja’s group continued to keep running, and running, and running to wherever may be safe for them away from their timely demise. The roars and stomps of the ‘Stampede Of Gorilla’s”continued to get closer and closer to them, until Naraja turned around and saw them practically on his and everyone else’s rear ends. Immediately and simultaneously at the same time of Naraja spotting them in his peripheral vision, his field of vision or more like his field of

I wonder why the room has to be so spacious. “There is one game where we have to infiltrate a spaceship and find important documents. There is one where we have to hold our ground against an invasion of aliens, the aliens are not a known species. There is an explorer game where we have to find the hidden treasure without being eaten by dangerous animals or getting caught in traps.” He pauses and looks at me. “Those are the ones that really show off the full potential of the room.” “The one where we have to infiltrate a ship sounds fun. Are there enemies that we have to kill?”

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

Forever. {Laumlayag. See you across space-time...} At exactly 00:00:00 and with the last percent of battery, Ecto goes away onto the Internet and Ecto 2.0 powers down.

He'd had enough of the place for one night, actually for as long as he was held there, which he was sure was a long time Spade placed his hand to his ear as he spoke through the comms "Stefano, the place is clean, it's time to go" "Copy" Stefano said over the comms before it went dead again. Spade looked up at Nate, he wanted to say something, but he would wait until they get home, he looked past Nate to where Matteo was

But she looks over the age of 16. Thunderclaps above us and she gasps awake, her eyes looking around as she starts to scream. “Loki, keep her quiet! We are on river packs land!” I mind link him. “We are almost to the safehouse but if she gets us caught, Alpha Mason will not be happy!” Loki covers her mouth, holding her tightly as she thrashes against him. Many of our safehouse were built on pack lands that didn’t belong to us. We can hide our scents once inside and no one could find us.

“Anita… that is our ultimate shot.” I exhaled sharply. “Then let’s take it.” The trendy grinned. “Then you’re gonna love what we’ve been hiding on this base.” He came to the wall- set up the screen. A hangar opened. And internal it? A labeled area shuttle. Rachel’s jaw dropped. “You have a freaking spaceship?” The trendy smirked. “Welcome to Plan B.” My telecel smartphone buzzed. A very last message. Unknown: “If you cross up there, you won’t come back.”

The message was devastatingly simple and effective: > Lucas, the defensive game is over. You are free to choose your board. Your mother secured your safety. I offer you the future. I have built you a gift that only you can pilot: a custom-designed, off-grid research vessel, codenamed 'The Explorer.' It awaits you in the Mediterranean. It is completely untraceable, financially independent, and registered in your name. It offers you the perfect platform to conduct your research globally, outside the confines of the Temple. The activation key is your legal name, Lucas Reed Thorne. You must claim it in person.

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: PRIVATE SERVER VANGUARD-01 ONLINE.] [USER: WRAITH LOGGED IN.] [CURRENT OBJECTIVE: ERADICATE ALL HOSTILES IN SECTOR 12-GAMMA.] Midnight in the Sector 3 penthouse was silent, save for the low, rhythmic hum of the Vanguard immersion pods cooling their internal processors.

"I’ve got a skiff waiting in the tunnels. But we’re not going to the 'Old World.' We’re going to the 'Source.'" "The 'Source'?" I asked. "I thought the 'Source' was the energy in my chest." "No," Sarah said, pointing to the sky, where a massive, black-and-gold structure was visible through the loading dock’s skylight. It was a space elevator, stretching into the clouds. "The 'Source' is the **Mother-Ship**. The place where the 'Actual' Aris Vance is still alive, kept in a 'Golden Sarcophagus' by your mother."