Voyage Of Despair Planets นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They recognized her as one of the princesses of Marsai, a civilization that was torn away from Goku to go live across their main river several centuries ago. "Aliyah!" Jasmine almost burst into tears upon seeing her. The Marsai held rivalry against the Goku's but this was not a time to water that hatred because there was no Marsai nor Goku. Hugging her tightly was all Jasmine needed to break down while Samia tried to hold back her own tears. Why were this monsters destroying civilizations and capturing the few survivors? It didn't make sense. "Get the fuck off me! Psych!" Aliyah pushed Jasmine off her before dug her blue eyes into Goku's Princess silver one's with irritation.

The file on the table had just three words on its cover, “THE IM?POSSIBLE DESTINATION.’’ Ara checked his wristwatch, the time was 1am and the date was the 28th but he couldn’t determine the month and year. Without wasting a second he reached for the file on the table but he never made it as far as opening it as one of the door of the room busted open and two deadly looking men in white and black suits holding automatic pistols barged into the sitting room and without saying a word pointed their weapons at his legs. Just as the men were about to pull the triggers of their weapons he found himself being propelled backwards into the wave of trance that had brought him to this mysterious place b

one of the securities sent to retrieve Esther says, “and one of our rescue ships is gone, she must have got tipped off and ran.” “What!” Heath yells angrily. It seems this cruise is surely from hell.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say? You left Sunday—after fucking the hell out of me, by the way—promising all things were peachy between us and we were moving forward. Then you simply go quiet. You don’t text, call, or stop by. You don’t answer them, either. And I was still stuck being groped and fucked by that shit kid next door. And all you have to say is you’re sorry for your, um, disappearing act? I’ve put up with a lot, Damien, but that’s some bullshit. I deserve better, and you damn well know it.” He nodded, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at her again. “You’re right. You do deserve better.” He pushed himself out of the chair, shoving his hands into his pockets, and b

I said as I crossed my legs and tapped my fingers on the table anxiously, waiting for Reina to come back from her bathroom trip. “Alright then.” Desire said but I could see how disappointed she was. But she stood up and left. I waited for quite some time and almost thought that Reina had escaped me, but just when I was about to convince myself that she had really run away, I saw her walking towards me. “Oh! Did Desire leave already? She has such a charming personality. You have a cool cousin Ian.” She said and smiled widely whilst staring at me. “Are you aware of what you are doing to me?” I asked, looking extremely pissed.

The vault lights surged to a blinding white. Aiden screamed as a wave of information slammed into him—images, sounds, memories not belonging to him, worlds he’d never seen, beings he’d never imagined. Dante held him tightly. “AIDEN—stay with me!” Aiden gasped, clutching Dante’s shirt. “It’s not just information—it’s a WARNING.” Dante froze. “Warning about what?” Aiden’s voice cracked. “One of the seeded planets… failed. Their conduit destabilized. It didn’t merge—it devoured.”

Seraphine emerged gasping, spitting earth, her hair matted with clay and her eyes wild. Then she looked up. Alina watched the witch's expression shift from rage to wonder. It happened to everyone the first time they saw this sky. Three suns hung in the heavens—one amber, one pale silver, one deep crimson—casting overlapping shadows across the courtyard in a dance of light that never quite settled into day or night. Between them, visible even in the tri-sun glow, seven planets hung like jewels on an invisible string. Not distant points of light, but close enough to see their surfaces: swirling clouds of violet and gold, rings of ice catching the triple sunlight, one world so green it hurt to

She tilted her head, a look of genuine pity on her glowing features. “Oh, Zara. You still think in three dimensions. How quaint.” She leaned in, her breath smelling of ozone and dead stars. “There are no aliens. There is no invasion force waiting in the sky.” What? What did that even mean? She swept her hand around the room. The walls shifted, displaying images, not of space, but of Earth. A burning Earth. Cities crumbling to dust, oceans boiling, and wolves… millions of wolves, starving, dying, their bodies withering away.

"That's enough." Her voice was quiet, but firm. Cassian didn't resist. He wasn't sure he had the strength. The weight of the journal lingered in his hands even after it was shut, as though every story inside it had settled into his bones. Seven Vessels. Seven worlds lost. Not one of them had escaped the same ending. Around the camp, the younger soldiers had stopped pretending not to listen. Some stared openly at Cassian now. Others quickly looked away whenever he met their eyes.

Chapter 7 The night air felt heavier than usual, thick with a strange tension that no one could quite explain. After the Shadow Council’s threatening message, the team knew they had little time before the next attack. Clara barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the burning village, her grandmother’s face, the looming shadows… and now the message echoing in her mind: “The bloodline will fall.” Morning light spilt into Mike’s apartment as the team regrouped, exhaustion etched into each of their faces. Mike stood in front of a large holographic map of the city, pointing at glowing red indicators.