Stranded In Space Book Novels & Stories

"Message: my name is Venteri." I am the last survivor on the planet Juno in the constellation Alindarga after a massive epidemic of the deadly virus "Itrokt", to which I was the only one immune. I have food and water supplies for several years of life. At night I like to look at the sky to see other constellations. There must be someone out there I'm talking to. I hope you will hear and answer me. You're the only one who can help me - using a special device resembling a miniature radio telescope, along later passed the next scheduled morning message into space».

The engines didn't roar; they emitted a Gravitational-Hum that vibrated in Elara’s teeth. "Initiating Atmospheric-Breach," Jun announced. The ship shot upward. Through the translucent floor, Elara watched as the Appalachian Mountains—the only home she had left—became a patchwork of missing textures and gray voids. The valley of New Orizon disappeared into a single, blinding point of white static. As they broke through the Exosphere (the outermost layer of Earth's atmosphere), the crushing weight of the G-force was replaced by the terrifying silence of zero gravity. Kazimir collapsed into one of the cockpit chairs, his eyes wide and unfocused. He stared out the viewport at the blackness of sp

"This raft might be the thing that saves us. It's so bright. If a plane comes back..." "If a plane comes back," he agreed. He was sitting with his back against the tree, his eyes closed. "We did good work today, Ariana." "Is that a compliment? From the Nathaniel Coop?" I teased. "Don't get used to it," he muttered. We sat there in the quiet. The island didn't feel as scary tonight. We had a real roof, we had water, and we had each other. I looked at him, the man who was supposed to be a "nightmare" boss and realized that I didn't hate being stranded with him. In fact, I couldn't imagine being here with anyone else.

I redirected all the power to the engines. "What are you doing?" the librarian shouted, crawling out from under a pile of rubble. "I'm not going to the planet," I said. The station’s thrusters let out a thunderous roar. Instead of falling into the atmosphere, we began to climb. We were fighting the gravity, pushing back out into the cold dark of space. The metal groaned and screamed, the hull buckling under the pressure. "You're going to kill us all!" the librarian yelled. "No," I said, looking at the screen. The machines on the planet below were stopping. The violet light in their eyes was fading as I pulled the signal higher and higher into the sky. "I'm taking the hunger away."

She looked at Nora and Kael as if they were total strangers. ​"Can I help you find a book?" Mia asked, her voice sweet and hollow. "We just got a new shipment of 'Billionaire Sci-Fi'." ​Nora’s heart stopped. The "Hard Reboot" hadn't saved them. It had Fragmented them into a world where their enemies were their neighbors and their family were strangers.

Space wasn’t quiet in a comforting way. It felt thick with dread, almost suffocating. Inside the Library of Light, the air tasted sharp, like electricity and old book pages. The ship slid past the stars, its engines rumbling with a low, shaky noise. June felt every tremble right in her teeth. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She couldn’t take her eyes from the baby’s arm. The black ink wasn’t just sitting there—it was moving. Alive. Under the baby’s skin, numbers blinked like a countdown, glowing with a sickly, dark light.

“And we’re at five thousand meters. There’s six thousand more between us and your brother’s door.” She looks around the sphere, at the bleeding man and the held woman and the cuffed remnant and the praying forger, at all of us folded into a wounded ball of metal halfway down a grave. Damian reaches past me and tightens one of the emergency straps until the buckle bites. His hand is steady. The strap is not. It keeps vibrating under his palm. “So,” she says. “Up and die slow in the net, or down and die fast if the plate goes. I’ve flown a lot of bad missions. This is the first one where every heading ends in the same place. Pick one, because the sea’s not going to wait for us to vote.”

“Mars is a dead planet, with only old men who rule over criminals condemned to life imprisonment there. We will be as valuable as petting animals for these rich old men.” Galina said nothing. She knew the dark haired woman was right. This indeed was the end of the road for her. But still, she had the smarts to make it work for her; if she could survive through the thirteen days it took to fly to Mars. Two weeks in a confined, limited space was enough to drive anyone mad, especially trapped with a gaggle of hysterical women. Galina was on the brink of losing her sanity and doing someone bodily harm when they were informed that the ship had reached its destination.

They'd likely never see each other again. Stralath had never cared for anyone aside from his father and his teammates. But, this felt different, and he hated that he'd fallen into this trap on a foreign planet where there was no hope for happiness. Could he return to Mesephina and date one of his kind instead? Thanks to his job, he'd never had time for romance in the past. The thought of that connection left a bad taste in his mouth. Why did the woman by his side feel more like his home? A romance couldn't happen—he should step away from their chemistry and this unusual connection.

Chapter 15: The Command Center. It took Murry longer than he expected to understand the tiny green Nebos's directions. By the time he reached his first left, Murry was so buoyed by his success in figuring out Petey that he almost forgot how scary it was to be in the halls of an alien ship. That changed quickly.