Starship Fantasy Novels & Stories

She looks like an angry puppy when she’s mad. “I think Adrian’s hungry again.” Skye speaks out, pulling me from the papers in front of me. “He keeps nipping at my fingers.” I chuckle at the cute confused look on her face as she walks towards me. I’m already expecting Adrian to start crying the farther he gets from his sister, but he’s calm for once, only staring at me sleepily with his silver eyes. While Adrian inherited the silver eyes from my undead side, Stephanie has Skye’s chocolate brown eyes, along with her hair. Adrian, though, has a midnight black hair, like me and my father. Damn, he’s going to be handsome when he grows up.

His handsome face crumpled, and his eyes reddened on the spot. He clenched his teeth and, trembling, drew a long ebony flute from his belt and blew it with all his strength. A low note split the air, carrying a strange ripple of magic. I raised an eyebrow. That flute was actually a low-grade sending-charm—an enchanted relic for carrying messages. It wasn't powerful, but from the material and the workmanship, someone had clearly poured real effort into it. How did a relic like that end up on a boy who hadn't even crossed the First Circle?

They had no information whatsoever. “I don’t know. But I will figure something out soon enough.” The Heavenly Pistol Shrimp replied as he left. He looked like he wasn’t going to change his decision. This place was surrounded by several planets and countless stars. It was surely within the confines of the Dreamscape Universe. Although there was a barrier around the platform, he was eager to try his luck at evading that than touching the child before him.

Katherine Thomas Chapter 1 There is only one planet that we know of that holds life. It is the Earth. Our home. However, there is a small percentage of the population that never lost their true parentage. They know where they really come from, and it isn’t Earth’s perfection. They are called to watch the stars. They can see the differences that the normal humans can’t see. They instinctively know they came from the heavens. They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust.

"Not the same kind you have. You have movies and dramas. We don't have that much entertainment where I came from," For a moment, the alien looked a little sad. "The entertainment here is crap. Nothing to be envious about," I told him. "Nothing entertaining ever happens where I came from, so while I'm here and they haven't found me yet, I am going to enjoy the hell out of your planet, Earthling." his eyes lit up and he looked like a little kid looking forward for an adventure. Wait, who is "they" and why are "they" looking for Cy?

Oswin and Myra were the only ones that remained with us. Isa remarked, "You seem to have forgotten that Stella has the ability to restore everyone's power, energy, and strength." I was under the impression that she could, but I couldn't be certain it was true. "The ship's name is Fina. "Stella will have no trouble achieving that," said Chase, "but I won't be able to let Oswin and she travel by themselves." It's fraught with danger. They do not have the same level of expertise in military tactics as we do."

It simply settles beside the other pressures already present—another piece of evidence that the closer distance Stefan has claimed will not be allowed to exist without opposition. My fingertips find the side of my face one last time in the dark. The residual heat is almost gone, yet the memory of the contact remains exact. He touched me with intention. He stated that the previous distance would not be restored. He has kept me inside the wing and doubled the guards and refused every formal demand for a politically useful queen. The touch was only the first open sign of a decision that continues to unfold in every restriction and every quiet order that follows.

For now, her current goal was to get from her home world of Adryn-VI in a rural corner of Hyperion space and get to Braeccus Alpha. The calm and silence was so prevalent that she dozed off in the chair. In her dreams she sees the vastness of the cosmos, the planets, and the stars, a shape catches her attention. In an asteroid belt, amongst the rocks was a massive ship. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, hundreds of meters of black sleek armor with large intimidating guns and cannons, and at the back were powerful engines that spewed forth blue light. Just by looking at it, she could picture the rocking of the deck as the guns fired and she could feel the thrum as the engines ro

even began. The Shipyard was a "Non-Euclidean-Scaffold" the size of a solar system, built from "Ghost-Steel" and "Compressed-Gravity." It was a graveyard of "Prototype-Universes," half-finished "Gears-of-Existence," and "Blueprints-Carved-in-Vacuum." Unlike the "Wild-Multiverse," which was a product of "Accidental-Chaos," the Shipyard was a place of "Abandoned-Design." It was the "Studio" of the "Origin," left behind when the "Smith" retired to see what his "Creation" would do on its own.

Aftercare came gently: warm cloths, sips of water, the cuffs removed, tender kisses pressed to wrists and ankles. When Lila finally drifted in that hazy, floating space, Jade’s lips brushed her ear. “You were exquisite,” she whispered. Victor’s hand settled possessively on her hip. “We’ll be bidding on you again next month… if you’ll let us.” Lila smiled, boneless and utterly satisfied. She already knew her answer.