Starsector Distress Call Novels & Stories

Theo “Sera?” I called only for her head to loll against my arm as her hair spilled forward, her skin gone frighteningly pale. “Hey. Look at me,” I pleaded, but nothing happened, and the panic hit me immediately. “Mara!” The shout tore from my throat and I did not look away from Sera’s face. Mara appeared on the doorway immediately, “Mr. Starvos? What..” “Call my driver!” I barked. “Tell him to be at the private elevator, the engine running. Now, Mara!”

The crimson glow of the Dying Star system pulsed on the viewport, a stark contrast to the familiar blue expanse of explored space. Decades etched lines on Kairos' once youthful face, and Anya's silver hair shimmered like a fallen star. Yet, their determination remained unwavering as their vessel pierced the system's necrotic atmosphere. The distress call originated from a single, desolate planet – Aethel, once a thriving metropolis, now a wasteland shrouded in perpetual twilight. The echoes spoke of a civilization clinging to their last vestiges of energy, their dependence on a mysterious source finally reaching its breaking point.

And the person who had orchestrated her disappearance had spent an entire year feeding lies to her grieving family while erasing every trace of her existence from Myhill CrestHALL. I lift my trembling hands to my head, my nails digging into my scalp as my wolf lets out a silent, agonized howl inside my soul. Before I can speak another word to Callum, the heavy iron comm-stone in his pocket flares with a brilliant, blinding crimson light—an emergency High Alpha distress signal reserved strictly for absolute pack emergencies. Callum pulls the stone out, his face turning ghostly pale as he reads the glowing runes flashing across the surface. "Sandra..." Callum chokes out, his voice trembling wi

The problem was I didn’t know when or where it would happen. “I’ve prepared a yacht for you on the starboard side. If something goes wrong, you need to get there and leave this cruise immediately.” I nodded. “I will—after I’ve taken them all down.” “DX1 has instructed me to ensure you get to the yacht if he hasn’t returned.” DX1 was Dexon’s codename on the ElXavier server. I had been with him just five minutes ago, but now I had no idea where he was. “Where is he?”

It was a tangle of limbs and salt, the physical hangover of their struggle manifesting in the shaking of their muscles and the stinging of their skin. Kaelor didn't stop until they were both spent, his body collapsing onto Aradaa’s with a literal, crushing weight. They lay there as the sirens began to wail outside, the only sound in the room the slow, steady drip of jasmine sap and their own ragged breathing. "The signal..." Aradaa whispered, his voice finally human again. "It’s not an invitation, Kaelor. It’s a recall." "What do you mean, a recall?" Kaelor demanded, pulling his trousers back on as the tactical room's alerts turned a violent, flashing red.

The streaks of wind hit her as she speed towards the location where the signal was sent. Her heart was pounding fast and loud. It was emotions she hasn't felt in a while, back when she still let herself to care about others. "Alice, where are you?" It was Carl’s voice from the ear piece. It was automatically connected to all members after someone sends the distress signal. She could hear engines from the background. The others are probably on their way too. Hopefully, they could still see Arianne alive.

Once my person was safely anchored inside the total isolation of my primary sleeping quarters, I deposited the wine vessel on the stone console, initialized the live FaceTime interface on my device, and dialed the private line I had extracted and logged into my master contacts earlier this weekend. My instincts registered zero surprise when Rowan’s profile failed to authorize the immediate audio-visual link. I pushed a secondary text transmission through the network. My frequency is calling your unit. Authorize the link immediately. Her response cleared the satellite grid with elite speed. Identify the calling entity. My system does not possess this specific code in the directory.

A distress beacon, broadcasting on a frequency that the Supernatural Ledger identified as Sterling family origin code. Someone else with Sterling blood was out there. In the armada. Broadcasting a help signal that had been running for over three hundred years.

“Where? Where are they?” Raeya frantically asked. Daru was slamming her fingers on the keyboard. Aura pressed a fat green button and a large duplicate hologram of Daru’s screen appeared in front of them, encompassing the whole room. A map of the whole of Khenealm was projected first. It kept on twisting as it was being zoomed with the help of a blinking red circle which indicated where the distress call came from. Finally, after a month, they had movement.

replied the other bystander. “Probably a plane.” The other one guessed. Alpha Mark and his pack had just arrived in town and sensed the distress in the air. They glanced at each other. Alpha Mark furrowed his brows, “Send a distressed signal to the Headquarters,” he commanded via a mental link. "Tell them it's Code Black."