Starset #vessels Novels & Stories

The two were silent, lost in each other's mind. Langit who thought his ship found a place to dock, it's wrong. Because the fact said the opposite, the place he's talking about was still vague, it's not clear that he could stop there or go back to another harbor. Green, for his part, did the same. She has got two options, sail back or sink. Drown with old memories and moments, or tried new relationships with someone who she didn't exactly knew who would be that one. If talking about people commonly would do, may have choose to sail, but Green? didn't know, she could be choosing drowning, considering she just broke someone's heart.

He said handing them to me. I collected them and looked up to Adrien. He gave me a reassuring nod and I opened one of the scrolls. The cursive letters of the title caught my eyes first. The Goddess Vessel: Awakening of the Veiled Flame "When the moon weeps in silver tears, Where silence echoes through the years, And five fangs causes her pain, A child shall rise, with fire in her veins, Her soul alight, with shadowed blade, She shall walk paths where many fear,

I shared the discovery with Randall, and his eyes shone with enthusiasm. "Stella, this prophecy gives us a new perspective. We can create a future where affection and equality prevail, not only beyond the current border, but in an alternative reality. Together, we can open this portal and change the course of destiny." He said, his voice full of determination. Aware of the challenge ahead of us, we prepared for the final confrontation. We gathered loyal allies, beings of all categories who shared our vision of a better beyond the border. Together, we form a united army, each contributing with their skills and determination.

He looked powerful, but I could feel his hand gripping the armrest so hard the wood was cracking. I took my first step. The glass was freezing. It groaned under my weight. A tiny crack appeared under my big toe. The crowd gasped. “Don't look down,” Alaric warned. “Look at me. Focus on the crown on your palm. Push your magic into it.” I focused on the black tattoo on my hand. It began to burn. I took another step. Then another. The glass under my feet began to glow with a faint, golden light. It wasn't my light. It was a mix of my starlight and Alaric's dark power.

The sight of the "Great Hunger’s" main fleet was not a collection of ships, but a literal darkening of the stars. They moved in a jagged, crystalline formation, their hulls composed of the same light-eating obsidian that had plagued the Moon. Against the backdrop of the deep void, they looked like shards of a broken mirror reflecting a world that no longer existed.

The launch of the Mosaic-Fleet was meant to be a moment of triumph—a thousand ships of silver, green, and obsidian rising from the triple-world horizon. But as the flagship, The Variable, reached the threshold of Rift-Zero, the sensors didn't detect an armada. They detected a Void.

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

Speakers set into the ceiling crackled to life all at once, riding on a surge of power that made the lights flicker. Vaelen Crowe’s voice boomed through every hall, every room, every little white box on Level Three. “Seal the gates,” he said, calm and cold as a verdict. “The Vessel does not leave.”

I questioned. “Sixteen.” he stated like that made sense. “I don’t read minds, Hades. Sixteen what?” I asked. “Sixteen maidens fair, brought across the Sea to their end. Embraced by the star. Sixteen mothers fair, scattered to the world to raise their heirs. With each new life, a new hope for a new race bloom.” he recited what sounded like a prophecy.

Brandon screamed as he rushed up the stairs, his thunderous footsteps echoed through the two storey penthouse, he burst through the door "out! Before you find my secret stash" He continued "Secret stash? What secret stash? " Tyler asked clearly amused by his best friend "If I tell you it won't be a secret anymore now, will it? " He asked with sass "Spill for a pack of Costa biscuits" I bargained His eyes lit up and I knew he wouldn't reject my offer " My secret stash is filled with belongings of celebrities I'd fuck if given the opportunity, now give me Costa " He rushed out in one breath