Stranded In Space Book Novels & Stories

stretched into a needle-shape, piercing the fabric of space-time. Inside the city, the "Long-Sleep" was initiated. To survive the journey to the nearest star, the population had to be placed in "Stasis-Pods" powered by the remaining Synthesis energy. One by one, the lights of Aethelgard dimmed. Audrey and Lucas were the last to enter the pods. They stood at the viewport, watching the Siren shrink into a tiny, blue dot. "We did it," Lucas whispered. "No," Audrey said, closing her eyes as the stasis-mist began to fill the chamber.

​The fall from the stratosphere was a silent, terrifying descent through a sky that no longer belonged to humanity. As Leo Vane drifted in the wake of the "Resonance-Nova," the atmosphere of Earth felt different, colder, thinner, and vibrating with the low-frequency hum of the Violet Citadels.

The bodies of my friends are wrenched free of their restraints and rise to the ever-widening hole in the hull. I have no time to mourn their loss as my life hangs by a thread. My lungs gasp for air. I have exhausted all but the primitive need to survive. I pull myself the last few feet along the cord tethered to the airlock hatch and slam my palm onto the manual release. As the door slides open, I grab the frame against the rush of air from the bridge. I am losing the battle against the onslaught of escaping oxygen when Judah reaches out and hauls me inside. I cling to him, shaking unashamedly. I can feel Judah’s breath on my cheek. The hatch closes behind me, shutting out the nightmare I ha

In each mountain peak she passed through, she rubbed slightly against them, causing fire to erupt and consume the whole mountain. Karen flew down the moment they landed on Strawberry Mountain. She turned around to look at the endless trees, grasses, and small rocks, an evil grin plastered across her face. She sighed heavily, causing smoke to come out of her burning throat, chocking Kelvin and Patrilia, who had collapsed on the ground and were writhing in pain. When Karen landed, she didn't bother docking down a little bit to let them jump off her wings; rather, she shook her wings and threw them away with full force.

With words intended as much for her as for himself, he said, "You're stronger than this." The Empty Is Calling He opened his eyes to see the mirrors gone and nothing but blackness. A lone chain hung in front of him, glimmering dimly with an unearthly light. His fingers brushed the cool metal as he grabbed for it. The ground gave way beneath him as soon as he touched it, and he plunged into space. Iris's voice, faint yet distinct, was the last sound he heard: "Aiden... Don't let go.

I had to cash in two favors I swore I’d never touch again—one with a blacksite exobiologist in Malta, the other with a French aerospace thief named Lucien who operated out of an abandoned observatory in Corsica. Within six days, I was in low orbit. Alone. The modified pod latched onto the husk of NEMESYS-7 with a soft mechanical hiss. No one had been here in decades. It felt… wrong. Like walking into your childhood bedroom and finding it identical to the way you left it, except covered in a film of dust that smells like mourning. The airlock creaked open with protest. Inside: silence. The core was cold. Long dormant. But not dead.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

"No, I…I don't want to leave." His eyes widened. He placed his hands around my shoulders, his grasp tight, desperate. "GO BACK. NOW!" And then he pushed me. I screamed as I staggered back, tumbling and tumbling and tumbling through space, through time, through existence…. — I slammed down hard. My eyes snapped open, struggling for air, my lungs burning. Then I heard fair coices. "She’s alive…" "Quick, she is alive! Quickly come—!" They faded away and darkness closed in on me once more. My lids dropped low. My body was too drained, too battered. This time, when the darkness came, I did not catch sight of my family again.

A wide smile was on my lips as I got dressed. Cygnus and Izar were already waiting for me outside. They told me they would take me around the whole ship, and I’m very excited! The ship also started moving today. I don’t even know what day it is anymore because we’re no longer revolving around the sun. The twins told me that before we return to Planet Szol, we’ll stop by a famous space stop to replenish our supplies. I had no idea such places existed in space. Then again, all I ever knew was that Earth was the only planet with living beings. Just like I said, aliens were nothing more than fiction to us. Now that I think about it, why did humans even call them aliens?

They breached the medbay. And Wren stood between me and them. Barefoot. Tiny. Glowing. “Don’t touch my mother,” she said. Her voice was layered—two voices overlapping. The invaders froze. And Wren exploded. Not in blood. In light. The pulse wasn’t violent. It was cleansing. The ship buckled, but didn’t break. The synthetics screamed as their systems fried. Clara activated the emergency escape pods, sealing the other five children in cryo-tubes and launching them planet-side.