Star Gate Novels & Stories

Based on the information Luna read up on, Avalon was the capital of Arcane, nicknamed the Big Apple of the Starry Galaxy. Starlight University was located in the realm of Arcana. The core and capital of the Starry Galaxy, which some said held the galaxy’s deepest secrets and mysteries. The gates of Arcane only connected to Rigel, Lunaris, Militum, and Yun as some of the biggest businesses in the entertainment industry and other fields resided in this realm.

Captive: Gavin turned on his heel and raced back to The Morning Star. Jacob, Jason, Thomas, and Alan were running towards him. "Get to the Star!" Gavin yelled at them as he ran towards them. The men stopped looking at him confused. They glanced at one another trying to understand what Gavin yelled. "The Star! Get to the ship!" He yelled again. Jason heard him this time. He nodded to him as he turned towards the ship. "To the Star lads!" Jason said to them.

Samuel’s gaze swept over everyone in the area before landing on me. His eyes were bright, like they were filled with the stars in the sky. “I’d like to make a statement about the post regarding me and my assistant, Layla York.”

"Lily." The Child’s voice cracks. They hover beside Eos, a hand resting on the trembling shell. Starlight bleeds from their eyes, mirroring Eos’s distress. "They’re coming. Too soon. The strain… it’s fracturing adjacent dimensional membranes. Sector Gamma-7 just… folded."

Xander asked, his voice thick with a father’s fierce, protective love. Evangeline looked at the golden eyes of her daughter, seeing the strength of the pack and the wisdom of the stars reflected within them. "Astra," Evangeline said, her voice multi-tonal and serene. "Astra Lyra Cross. The star that leads us home." The chapter ended with a panoramic shot of the planet. The teal clouds were gone, replaced by a sky of deep, peaceful violet. In the St. Louis Arch, Emma turned to the cameras and smiled, the news of the birth already rippling through the "Unity-Feeds."

The stain was most likely made not too long ago. Sean noticed I was staring and looked down as well. He spotted the red stain. I was dazed for a moment. Then, I muttered, "Sean, let's get a divorce." Sean paused momentarily. His face darkened the next instant. "What nonsense are you saying? How can you say that so nonchalantly?" He vented his frustrations by storming off and slamming the door behind him. A while later, he came back into the room. "Why is our wedding photo gone?"

As soon as all three of his senior apprentices turned to look at him, Felix felt the pressure pile on. There were so many things he did not quite understand yet. He asked, "Mr. Hoffman, are you serious? You're saying this Starmark doesn't just protect my seniors—it can actually stop the second wave from hitting Earth?" Gerald nodded seriously. "Would I joke about something this big? There's an organization out there in the universe called the Star Alliance. At least from my time until now, they've always followed the rulings of the Star Gate.

Stellar’s gaze shifted to Stephen, but before she could speak, she noticed he’d moved over to another trunk. In his hand, he held something—small, silver, and gleaming. She walked over, curious. It was a silver badge. Etched into it was a detailed, unfamiliar emblem—not an animal and symbol she could name, but something intricate and strangely evocative. Stellar stared at it, puzzled. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of her mind, it felt familiar. Like a fragment of an old dream—something she’d seen long ago but couldn’t quite reach.

The sun was fully up now, but the sky looked different—streaked with strange, iridescent trails. ​"They've already started," I whispered. ​Suddenly, Celeste—or what remained of her consciousness—flickered into the room. She wasn't a solid form; she was a translucent, violet projection, her image sparking with static. ​"Nora... the Garden... it's not a place," Celeste’s voice was a fading echo. "It's a satellite... the last piece of the Sterling Lunar Array. They’re going to use it to broadcast the 'Genesis' signal. If it hits the Earth, the children will become the masters, and everyone else will become... the harvest."

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi