Starbound Solarium Star Novels & Stories

Clea said holding the doctor’s hand, and the doctor smiled and nodded to her before walking away. Brianne Raye POV “H-hello?” I said as I heard a huge slam of a door. I tried to look around and couldn’t recognize the place I’m in. I was dark and so unfamiliar as I was sitting a white bed, where am I? It was so dark that I could barely see anything. “Vander?” I called on the familiar figure that I’m seeing. “I love you, I love you from the start.” He said with his soft tone of voice, but he is not facing me.

"But how can I possibly let you go? How? To the moon and back, my dear! Always and forever, you are my one and only star..." When they break apart, Chase gives her another passionate kiss. Same location. It's right smack in the middle of your forehead. After a while, Stella's body begins to disintegrate into iridescent specks of yellow. Chase is surrounded by small, shifting pixels. In a quadruple-kiss formation, four pinpoints of light touch his forehead. Then... The small golden flecks rose in a spherical shape as the morning wind whipped around us. Gradually heading back up into the heavens from whence it originated.

What was wrong? "Earth to Theo? Hello?" I waved before him as he looked spaced out for a moment or two. "Uh..yeah. I am here, sorry I totally spaced out." He shuttered shyly. I can see that. "That's alright!" I smiled and continued eating the garlic and cumin rice with some healthy salad in the side which just came, Thank God for that. I was about to faint cause of starvation. "Hey, Here is a crazy idea. Maybe you should move in." He said in a rush not thinking clearly.

I gripped the steering wheel so hard I heard it crack. I walked down the basement steps into the well lit area that acted as our holding cell. Twenty clear plexiglass cubes lined each side of the basement with a walking path in between. The cubes were just big enough to fit one prisoner in human form. With no space readily available they couldn't shift while being contained, eliminating their chances of breaking free.

The starlight Ballroom was an enormous place, capable of accommodating up to one thousand guests in microhab controlled comfort, and protected by a transparent dome. It was like dining among the stars, and while most beings enjoyed the sensation, some found it uncomfortable. They say within the embrace of specially designed screens. The Unioncity's captain had positioned his vessel so that Byron filled half the view, and, thanks to the slowly rotating deck, everyone could see. Guests had started to arrive. Some relied on elaborate life support systems, while others came under their own power.

"Here, no Lycan can reach you. No Alpha's influence can touch this place." The facility had been designed to be sealed and self-sustaining; to be a refuge if the world above became uninhabitable. Rey's mind flicked to Beau. "Beau, he was with me before—" Her voice cut off. Her throat tightened. He smiled then, a sudden, gentle thing. "He's safe. He should be in the nursery station. Come, I don't know about you, but I'm excited to see how much he's grown." His hand found hers and squeezed, the gesture small but steady.

The sky didn't darken as night arrived; it ignited. The "Planetary Lens" of the Lumina Ring had captured light from a nearby star, but something was off. It wasn't the familiar, steady yellow of a G-type main-sequence sun. Instead, it pulsed with a rhythmic golden-violet hue that matched Kael's heartbeat. Through the lens, the image was clear: the Swarm hadn't destroyed the star. Instead, they had reshaped its corona. Magnetic filaments, millions of miles long, wove together into the form of a massive, snarling wolf.

They were looking at the Future. A single, silver light—the "Ghost" of Julian—floated outside the dome, pulsing once, twice, then fading into the vastness of the galaxy. “Safe,” the wind seemed to whisper through the vents. “Finally safe.” The New Constellation The Needle City, now renamed the S.S. Oakhaven, drifted through the silent dark. They weren't "New Breed" anymore. They weren't "Humans." They were Star-Walkers. Elara sat on the edge of the central well, watching the green sprout she had saved from the Aurelian Hub. It was thriving, its leaves reaching toward the real sun of a new solar system.

“Run far. Run fast. But when I find you—” The mirrors explode outward, shards spinning like suns. Later, in the sanctum’s deepest vaults, I lay my hands upon the Solarion. It is a sphere the size of a cathedral, suspended in a crucible of chains, suns bound within its core. Its light sears my vision white, but I do not blink. I drink it in until my veins hum with fire. “Mine,” I breathe. And for the first time, it answers. Not in words.

The ship he had supposedly died on. On the main viewscreen, an image resolved. Not of the city. Not of the garden. It was a star chart. An old one. And moving through it was a designation: OR-1. The Ouroboros. A new voice, harsh and synthetic, boomed through the core, overriding the garden’s gentle whisper. >OR-1 STATUS: DORMANT. PLANETARY CONDITIONS: NON-STERILE. PROTOCOL 7: FAILED. INITIATING DIAGNOSTIC.