Starship Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

Stella straightened. A few seconds later, the vehicle stopped. The rear doors opened and bright light entered. “Get out,” one of the soldiers ordered. Evelyn and Stella stepped down. Evelyn immediately looked around in surprise. The place did not look like anything she expected to find after the apocalypse. The corridor was wide and clean, with bright lights and smooth walls. Armed guards stood at different points while people dressed in uniforms moved from one section to another. Large screens displayed information along the walls.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

"I’m the only one they’ll follow, Killian! You heard Maya. It’s my blood they’re tracking." The argument was cut short by a sudden, violent shudder that rocked the ship. It wasn't a weapon strike. It was a gravitational pulse. "Mother! Look at the sensors!" Leo shouted. On the holographic display, thousands of tiny, obsidian blips were appearing. They weren't coming from the nebula. They were dropping out of warp all around us. The "Orphaned Tide"—the masterless ships of the Hunger—had found us faster than we ever imagined.

We stepped out onto the apocalypse. The roof of the Citadel was a jagged plateau of shattered glass, twisted steel, and the smoldering wreckage of the Aegis Destroyer we had dropped on it earlier that night. But in the center of the chaos, rising like a defiant middle finger to the cosmos, was the Transmission Spire.

Beastkin frantically gathered their valuables, trying to flee and save their lives. In the frozen apocalypse, blizzards could destroy everything. Two clans that had stubbornly refused to migrate were once buried alive by storms like this. That evening, Rowan returned looking troubled and told the maids to start packing. "Is it that serious?" Rowan sighed. "There's a very high chance of a massive blizzard. The Wolf King won't let us and our people take shelter in the capital. We might have to find new territory." My mood sank, too. Back with the serpent clan, we'd moved constantly with no permanent home. Were we going back to that kind of life?

They were protecting their storytellers. In the confusion, Jeff found the thread he was looking for. "The jump drive is ready! I've got a lock!" "Where?" I asked, my heart soaring with a wild, desperate hope. "Somewhere safe!" he yelled, and slammed his hand on the console. The Astropheles wrenched itself out of reality, the vengeful fleet and the newly freed world vanishing behind us. We fell through the river of realities once more, the ship groaning around us, our combined narrative holding it together by a thread. We had won. We had started a revolution. But we had also painted the biggest target in the universe on our backs.

"I can't allow you to continue with this unfounded search. There's no cure, Stella. You're getting carried away by the things you hear in research. Stars don't speak." "They spoke this time," I insisted, almost not seeing the sign of the avenue. “The stars know everything, Mom. I saw the coordinates, studied the binary codes, and I'm sure I'll find what I'm looking for. I'm going to save humanity, it's my destiny." “Stella, please, just...” The call failed. I was already waiting for that. Our towers didn't work in the city. There was another kind of technology over there. Something old and very unknown to those who were born after the 3000s, like me.

It was indeed the darkest hour…for Heavens Fall (the planet) was ripped in half. "Did He truly abandon us?" A Starlian heavy cruiser fired at the battleship's bridge, killing everyone on the bridge. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A man sitting on a damaged throne started to laugh evilly as if he lost his sanity. A city was destroyed and can be seen burning from afar. Thick black smoke rose from the burning city and it was already blocking the sky over it. [ THE CHOICES YOU MAKE WILL DECIDE THE FATE OF YOUR FUTURE. ]