Starship Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The sheer, suffocating friction of his presence filled her immediate perimeter, a solid wall of protective, predatory warmth that anchored her against the technical chaos flashing on the walls. "If they notice the discrepancy, Jade," Lucian growled, his low baritone a gravelly rasp that vibrated through the quartzite table, "they will pull the plug on the Apapa Star manually from their local terminal. The ship is currently sitting five hundred miles off the coast of West Africa. If its automated maritime navigation tracking drops because of a broken script, the international coast guard will flag it as a ghost vessel and board it before the cargo ever hits our private Brooklyn pier."

She covered my escape, and they. Bella bit her lip, her fingers tightening around the beer can until her knuckles went white. "That tank was all I had left. But it still wasn't enough. If you hadn't shown up, I probably would've died to that White Spike—or starved to death inside that metal coffin." Jake listened quietly. No interruptions. No cheap sympathy. In the apocalypse, stories like this played out every day. "The Wolf Pack, huh." Jake's tone was flat. "I've killed a few of them already. Consider it interest on what they owe your friend."

From the empty, broken Earth they’d left behind. “This is the True Foundation,” the voice said. Cold. Ancient. “To the people on the Hive-Ships: Your test time has ended. The harvest was a success. Please prepare for the arrival of the Owners.” June looked up at the stars. A massive ship—ten times bigger than the Oven-Maker—was sliding out of the darkness. It looked like a mouth, wide open, ready to eat. She grabbed Dante’s hand and looked at her mother, fear tightening in her chest.

The Howl of the Stars was a mere shadow of its former self. Most of its crystalline salt armor had been stripped away during the solar ejection, leaving the hull burned and pitted like a spent match. As they drifted into the coordinates where Earth should have been, the viewports displayed a nightmare. The planet was there, but it was suffocating. Thousands of Swarm-Hive ships, massive dark matter polyhedrons, formed a geometric lattice around the globe. They weren't attacking yet; they were synchronizing.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

"Scopulus seems to have joined the Ruin Order! It's a hostile organization that goes against Star Alliance. The last I heard of them was when it got destroyed! How did they get a Destroyer-class spaceship?" For the first time, Felix felt helpless. His martial arts and soul techniques were useless against a Destroyer-class spaceship. "Is there truly no other way?" he asked. Immediately, a staff member reported in a shocked voice, "This is bad. The opposing spaceship has activated its energy cannon. We will be destroyed in T-minus five minutes!" The energy cannon needed exactly five minutes to accumulate the energy. Once it had been completed, one shot could destroy any planets, not to mention

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.

he asks, looking at how the crater is no longer dead. I smile, “This happened tonight,” I say, looking around. “Selene helped us.” Tank sighs, taking another bowl full of beef from Loki, “Why didn’t she help us?” he asks sadly. I look at him, not knowing what to say when Shelby gasps, her eyes opening wide, “Helllp!” she breathes out and I gasp, looking into her eyes. “What’s wrong?” I ask her and she holds her throat. “Cant. Breathe.”

Daisha answered and held his face. "I'm going now!" She added and started walking away. "That was so intense!" Tyros said as soon as Daisha left. "So, what did you get?" Brandon asked him right away. "There are the rogues that you fought last time and they seek revenge. They found out that Stella was your mate so they used her as bait." Tyros explained to him, and Brandon was listening to Tyros attentively. "Dang! I didn't expect that it would come that way." Brandon said and caressed his hair.

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.