Starship Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I’d woken up tangled on the window seat with Logan, his fingers drawing lazy circles over my scalp as he gently woke me up. After that, it’s a blur. We arrived to excited chaos, the first ship out of the trio, and in the worst wear. The Asteria needs work–repairs that could take days, if not weeks. The Artemis showed up an hour later followed by the Atropos, and the entire village broke out in song and dance in celebration for their Alphas' long awaited return. I lost Logan in the fray. That was hours ago. I haven’t seen him since.

The man replied. "But the shopping isn't done yet!" "Whatever! Anyway, I'm going home now! i'm tired!" Nia's husband answered with a lazy face. Nia couldn't believe Donnie would be like that. finally, reluctantly, Nia called her children and took them home. Their faces look scrunched up with sulking. Donnie paid him no heed. Ivanka stopped her vehicle at a meatball stall. Nara and Jayden waited while guarding the motorbike parked outside. the air started to feel warm, Jayden wiped his sweat.

"What are you talking about? How is that possible? It just launched into space, and before they could do anything, they attacked our spaceships! What is going on?" The head of NASA growled at the workers who were reporting every single moment of the spaceships and rockets that were sent to fight with xenophorm warships but were burned to ashes in a matter of seconds. Every country's space organisation was busy modifying their technologies to avoid becoming prey to the Xenomorphs, but the attack of extraterrestrial beings was powerful. They soon arrived in the Earth's atmosphere, accompanied by massive monstrous-looking warships laden with heavy armour. Nobody knew who they were, why they wer

then you're completely right. The alien (named Nathan Synclair) had just reached the office (Planet Earth) and I, Savannah Tresscot (Commander) am trying to organize a Thanksgiving apocalyptic party (otherworldly evil force), which is apocalyptic because it can either end up a huge success or with Nathan turning into a zombie and eating the entire team alive, with Tina, Roan and Beth (novice squadron pilots) becoming the casualties. Just that simple. Not! "Beth! Pumpkin! Chocolate chips!"

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The black stars aren't stars-they're *ships*. Massive, jagged vessels blot out the fractured sky, their hulls bristling with weapons that hum with the same green lightning as the Arbor Prime. The Eden shard pulses in my grip, its voice fraying at the edges. **"They've come to sterilize the infection. That's us."** Veyra stares at the armada, her Custodian-metal stinger trembling. "We need to run."

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

Matteo blinks. “We what.” “We stay,” I repeat. “We make sure he finishes this.” Aidan’s expression shifts. Surprised. “You don’t have to—” “I know,” I cut in. I meet his eyes. “I’m choosing to.” Matteo exhales. “Okay. Sure. Why not. We’re already on the alien warship during the beginning of a cosmic apocalypse. Might as well commit.” Despite everything— Aidan smiles. Just a little. And for a moment—

In just that instant, nearly two-thirds of the thousand or so black-clothed guards were gone. Standing in the control room, Alex stared at that huge black hole in a daze. It was too powerful. “It could actually blast such a huge black hole out of space. These cannons are too powerful, aren’t they?” “This is nothing! You have not seen the true power of the starship yet!” Ancestor Bodhi said with a smile, “Back then, the evil Buddhism tried to topple the Siddhartha realm. Eventually, a great battle broke out in Shoraionji Temple. This starship of Miss Shelly could shatter a star and destroy a world with one cannon. That’s called apocalyptic.”

The Accursed Bootlegger flashed into unregulated space, just outside the edges of Federation territory. They appeared in the middle of a vast fleet, a few hundred meters above a gigantic flagship. Alarm shot through Eva as she looked through the live feed, and saw golden apples emblazoned on each and every single ship out there. “Your rich friend’s a goddamned Discordian?” she said with incredulity. “Not just any Discordian,” Lucifer replied. “The Discordian.”