Starship Fantasy Novels & Stories

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

He had sacrificed himself for her and she wasn't going to let the others die so she pulled herself together and raced even faster before it got to her. Her eyes brightened up in hope as she sighted the fire they had made for the night. It felt weird as she got closer, it was awfully quiet and soon she got to know why. Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him.

"Now, tell me your idea." "Unh . . . unh," Shamira grunted, trying to get her brain back on track. "Faeries . . . they live in (unh) tight-knit communities, but vampires (unh) and weres don't. (Unh) If someone has (unh) set up shop to make morning star, then we should have some (unh) missing persons." She chewed her bottom lip as she and Tabitha kept looking at each other's eyes. The woman was watching Shane fuck her . . . take her like a cheap whore. It made Shamira wetter to think about it. Exhibitionism.

Stella answered and started walking away. Stella reached Flora's house and immediately saw Sky repairing his car outside. "Hey!" Stella greeted him, and Sky looked at her right away. "Oh! Can you leave your house?" Sky asked her and cleaned his hands. "Of course, I can! I am not a princess to be jailed inside a house and wait to be saved by a charming prince." Stella answered and smirked at Sky. "Then I will be that charming prince!" Sky told her, which made Stella freeze for a moment.

said Jay “I am from Stella too but I’m not gifted at all. When I found out that the Ziion Military had better ships than Steller I transferred to Ziion through the United Planets Trust. I have an older sister and she is gifted, I was there for most of her training. It helped that I always had a scratch or cut.”

Right over his heart — no ordinary birthmark, no northern wolf‑rune — burned The Key of the Firmament: a living constellation of seven stars arranged in a perfect spiral, glowing crimson and gold. Before I could ask if he knew it — the seven stars pulsed rhythmically, pointing not down to earth, not down to the abyss — but straight up, toward the heavens. Far above, in the turning sky, a rift of prismatic light tore open the fabric of space. A figure clad in star‑metal armor descended like a falling star toward the mountains — bearing the banner of an empire not of this world.

Chapter 87 The sky above Universe One was no longer empty. It was crowded with stars that had never existed before. Hundreds. Thousands. Some were enormous vessels glowing like artificial moons. Others looked like floating cities, their structures stretching across the darkness between worlds. Some were sleek and silver, others black as night, while a few appeared to be made entirely of light. They surrounded Universe One from every direction. Lyra stared upward, her heart pounding. For the first time since the Age of Gods had ended, she felt something she had almost forgotten.

Kael’s explorers had gone beyond the sky, their ships carrying the silver flame to planets where new kin waited, frightened and alone. ‎ ‎The silver flame was no longer a banner. ‎ ‎It was a way of being. ‎ ‎On the three-hundredth anniversary of the eclipse, they gathered—not in thousands or tens of thousands, but in millions. The manor’s grounds had been expanded with light-magic, creating vast fields that shimmered with the same silver fire I had once summoned. Airships, starships, portals from other realms opened like flowers. Beings of every form filled the space: wolves, humans, merfolk, avian, star-touched, crystal-born from distant galaxies, even beings of pure energy who flickered li

that Kaelen Vane had integrated into the ship’s soul. ​Kaelen stood at the forward view-port, his bronze-mapped skin glowing with a steady, peaceful resonance. Beside him, Julian Sallow was checking the "Stellar-Nursery" in the ship’s cargo-hold. It wasn't filled with weapons or credits. It was filled with Billions of Spores, the seeds of a new kind of life that didn't need a planet to grow.