Starship Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The next morning, on Monday, Stellar was originally planning to head to the Starlight Aerospace Base. But just before leaving, she received a call from Lilian. The moment she answered, Lilian’s frantic voice came through. “Stellar, have you seen the news? Something huge just broke!” Puzzled, Stellar opened her news app, only to see tags like #AerospaceEngineerCaughtDatingMultipleMen trending at the top. Her heart skipped a beat. She clicked into it and was immediately met with candid photos of herself with Stephen, Keith, and Zayde.

Over those two years, Eve and I had slowly collected gasoline, soaking the altar floor with it. I struck the match, and a small flame flickered to life in the darkness. It was a faint one, but it was enough. I tossed the lit match onto the ground. Quickly, sparks flew, and the flames engulfed everything, trapping them in a raging fire. They frantically ran, their screams, cries, and pleas blending together in despair. Gradually, all their voices were swallowed by the fire. The flames burned throughout the night. By dawn, there was almost no trace left of the villagers.

"I'm pleasantly surprised! Here I thought three would do you in, but look at you all! Barely a dent on any of you." "God, I hate this guy," Alyx sighed. "You're telling me!" Taewi shot back. "I don't know if this migraine is from my concussion or his prattling!" "Guys," I interrupted. "Focus. This is far from over." Seconds later I was proven right. Yellow shapes, streaks of light, and craters in the sandy bottom of the riverbed. "Apollo inbound!" Alyx announced. "I'm counting at least fifteen new Apollo and one heavily modified Goliath."

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"

No better than what I have on my back right now. "Your stuff is crap," I say, eyeing a little kid as he hands over a shovel to a taller man with a stain-covered hoodie. "I expected the Rebels to have better gears. You know, considering your whole 'Get rid of the damn chimeras things and take back Earth' thing. You're going to need more than peashooters to take down their spaceship." "Oh, believe me. We have more. We just have it packed away at the current moment."

"If you’re still there... we need to move the Spire! Not the people—the Spire!" From the sky, a single, piercing silver beam of light struck the Apex. "The Spire isn't a building, Elara..." Julian’s voice echoed in her mind. "It’s an Engine. Look under the floor!" The Needle City is sinking into a liquefied crust, but Julian has revealed the Spire's true nature: it’s a starship. To save the million survivors, the Feral Six must ignite the "Mantle-Thrusters" and take the city into the sky—leaving the "Real" world behind for the "Great Beyond."

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

a real world. "We're free," Sarah whispered, her voice trembling. "Elara, we're actually free." I sat up, looking around at the ruins of our world. The Earth-Ship was no longer a ship. It was just a planet, floating in a vast, unknown galaxy. We had no Admin. No Architects. No Reapers. We were just humans and shifters, adrift in a universe that didn't have a script. It was the most terrifying thing I had ever felt. And the most beautiful.

"Just... had a heavy meal." Harper let out a wet, breathless laugh, tears streaming down her face as she felt the steady, albeit rapid, thumping of his heart. "You arrogant, reckless idiot." "I prefer 'Apex Predator,' Mrs. Sterling," he murmured, pressing a hot kiss against her collarbone. [The Severed Hive] Outside in the freezing vacuum of space, the death of the High Executioner echoed instantly through the alien armada. "Jack! Something is happening to the swarm!" Kael yelled over the comms.

Cape Canaveral. Three Hours Later. The Black Star descended through the clouds, its hull scorched from atmospheric re-entry. It landed vertically on the runway, steam hissing from the cooling thrusters. Dozens of black government SUVs surrounded the landing pad. Agents with windbreakers marked FBI and Homeland Security stood waiting, arms crossed. "Looks like a welcoming committee," Kael remarked, looking out the viewport. "They want the ship," Alex detached his neural link. "The technology on this bird is fifty years ahead of humanity. They want to seize it."