Stargate Book Novels & Stories

The door swung open with a grand flourish, revealing a chamber bathed in a celestial glow. Sable and Jericho exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding with anticipation. With cautious steps, they crossed the threshold and entered the chamber. Inside, the air crackled with ancient power, as if the very walls hummed with an ethereal energy. The chamber itself was adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting scenes of cosmic battles and celestial beings. At the center of the room stood a pedestal, upon which rested a book that seemed to emanate its own faint light.

It seemed to be showing me something, and before I knew it, I found myself twisting the doorknob that the firefly was hovering around. The door creaked open, and I stepped through, only to find myself outside. It was like stepping into another world. I turned to the firefly and whispered, "Thank you, my little guide." As I gazed up at the stars, I felt a sense of wonder and excitement. What other secrets did the night hold? I couldn't wait to find out.

"I believe so. There's something behind this door, something that may help us understand our roles in this cosmic dance." Don Julio, with a note of caution, advised, "We must tread carefully. This temple holds many secrets, and not all are benevolent." Gathering our collective resolve, we decided to venture beyond the mysterious door. With each step, the connection I felt grew stronger, guiding us through a labyrinth of corridors adorned with tales of stars, galaxies, and forgotten love. After what felt like hours, we emerged into a vast chamber. The walls sparkled, reflecting constellations that danced and shifted. At the chamber's center stood a pedestal, upon which lay a book, its cover p

to a "Sovereign Architect." ​"What are you writing, Aara?" Damian asked, stepping up behind me. I could feel the heat of his presence, a constant reminder that I was no longer alone in the dark. ​"The final rule of the Third Edition," I said. "And the first line of the Fourth." ​I pressed the stylus to the stone. The mercury violet light flared, illuminating the entire Scriptorium, reaching up into the sky until it touched the L1 Stargate.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Brice's POV I wake up with a feeling of heavy nausea. The last thing I remembered was that I came back from business dinner with Clara where we were discussing about my new book progress and aligning the timetable with everything that Clara had going on for me. Where am I? I groaned when I felt my feet were lifeless, my head was pounding thinking what the fuck is wrong with me when I know for sure that I didn't even drink that much. My eyes were busy looking at my surroundings. My body felt so lethargic that tried my hardest to get up but failed miserably.

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

The stars, dotting the firmament like shimmering diamonds, evoked memories of times past, precious moments he held dear in his heart. Helena, appearing like a gentle apparition, broke the silence with her warm presence. Her soft steps echoed in the backyard, a gentle echo filling the space between them. As she approached Bruno, she found herself enchanted by the same spell he was experiencing, sharing the fascination for the starry sky. “Everyone has left,” she said softly, her voice echoing like a gentle melody in the quiet night. “What are you doing out here alone?” Bruno turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the brightness of the stars. A tender smile curved his lips as he explained his

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.