Voyager Novels & Stories

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

Several large, spinning, iron-like objects appear on a collision course—luminous blue plasma trails follow in their wake. “There!” Ingoran shouts. All I can see is a minuscule hole in the wall of the approaching Armageddon. “There’s a gap, the eye of the storm.” He fights the controls to realign us towards the pocket. “Power to port,” he orders our engineer Ashmor, who immediately punches the command into the console. I watch as though in slow motion as we edge closer to the void. The distance between the two approaching asteroid streams begins to widen. The seconds tick away; I think of my mother in the farmlands back home, the anguish etched into her face as security led me away to train f

Taken by surprise, the two were left speechless. Prius, embodying his Beta role, sprang into action and swiftly contacted the border patrol through the mind-link. He received verification that an individual had successfully crossed the border, but the process was swift, and the patrol was unable to establish visual contact. Neither could they detect any scent, as if the person had vanished or had never been present. He swore under his breath, and without taking notice of doing so, he asked out loud: "Were they heading east or west?" seeking crucial details.

Don't make the same mistakes we did, she told me. Then, I pulled out the letter Eve snuck into the book I was reading at the time,The Time Traveler's Wife ironically enough, right before I left. It sat in my nightstand for the past month, still folded with the same creases. My mother kept yelling at me to read it, telling me that I was a fool to return to Avignon, that I'd be an even bigger fool if I got lost somewhere in Italy. I knew she was right, but I didn't want to read a letter that had goodbyes written all

The "Eraser Wave" was no longer a theoretical threat. At the edge of the heliosphere, the Voyager probes—humanity’s oldest messengers—had simply ceased to exist. They didn't break; they were un-calculated. The telemetry didn't show an impact; it showed a return to zero-state. "We have eighteen hours before the wave hits the lunar orbit," Elara reported, her face pale under the flickering lights of the Spire. "The Aegis we built in Chapter 80 won't hold. That was a shield against heat. This is a shield against Non-Existence."

The sky above the valley didn't darken with clouds; it turned silver with a cold, geometric shadow. The Mother-Ship, a massive wedge of black carbon with pulsating violet strands, hung above the White Well like an executioner's blade. It was the "Vanguard," the last failsafe Dr. Thorne had put in deep-space orbit. It was set to descend only if the planetary Grid was in danger. As the scout transport rushed into Aethel-Luna's airspace, landing amidst swirling salt-dust and chaos, Elara jumped from the bay before the engines had even cooled.

Report: Quinn The Mojave Desert. United States of America. Crash site of an Axion warship. Designation: "Project Terminus" Six-hundred meters. Five-hundred. Four. Three. Two. One. A jarring impact and a flash of sensors, the crackle of my comms. My HUD booted up with a hum. I frowned. After experiencing the Spartan's intuitive display, my command capsule no longer felt as impressive. This Valkyrie would have to suffice.

"We're here to help. Can you match our position?" Static. Then, a voice—feminine, melodic, but strained with pain: "Origin carrier confirmed. I... my propulsion is failing. The Vanguard disabled my primary systems before I escaped their territory. I cannot slow down." "Then we'll catch you." Jack turned to Katherine. "Can we do that?" "In theory. The Valkyrie has magnetic grappling systems for debris collection. If we can get close enough..." Katherine's jaw tightened. "It's risky. One miscalculation and we both burn up."

"Vossen is at the controls. The Sovereign is integrated. All we need is the Architect." I stepped onto the ramp, my lavender eyes glowing with a steady, final radiance. I didn't look back at the Earth. I looked forward, into the dark, toward the Source that thought it could harvest my family. "Initiate launch," I commanded. The engines of the Vanguard-01 didn't roar; they sang. A high-pitched, harmonic vibration that shook the very foundations of the planet. A pillar of violet light shot up from the cosmodrome, piercing the clouds and tearing a hole in the atmosphere.

Now, at twenty-eight, he had a son and daughter of his own—his daughter was named after his sister. "That's good. Every day this pack gets bigger and bigger," as of now, Victor owned a total of five protected sanctuaries across the globe. I had been to each one, however, with Angel needing to be in school, Victor had to go about his traveling alone. It was safer for Angel if she never joined him until she could protect herself. "I want to elope to a private island for a six-month holiday, preferably twice a year," Victor grunted but the joke fell flat considering how much he had grown to love being the Alpha of this pack.