Voyager Novels & Stories

she screamed in agony. I let her go. “Good, now let’s go find her.” I led Sara to Hugo’s house. He wasn’t someone I knew well. We were a few years apart in age, and he wasn’t one of my warriors. During our drive over, I mindlinked the senior warriors on duty to see if any of them had spotted a rogue leaving the territory. One of them mindlinked me back a couple of minutes later to confirm that a rogue had sprinted out of the territory. “If the rogue comes back, grab her, and put her in a cell immediately,” I mindlinked all of the senior warriors. It was around two in the morning when we banged on the door of Hugo’s house. His brother, Rocco, answered it groggily, his eyes shooting open in sh

DELLA Anger travelled through my veins as I walked through the woods and headed back to the cabin. I paced from one side of the room to the other. I might have been a late bloomer, but that didn't stop my anger from flaring up like a changed Shifter.

In the next instant, the massive vessel roared into motion and vanished at incredible speed. "What the hell was that about?" Viggo narrowed his eyes. Personal communicators didn't work out in deep space—if someone needed to deliver a message across star systems, they had to send a human, a creature, or use high-grade ship-to-ship comms. The more advanced the vessel, the farther it could reach. Clearly, their Destroyer-class ship had received some kind of urgent news. Viggo decided to wait it out. Sure enough, just over 20 minutes later, a light shimmered in the air—Duncan had arrived.

Those seemingly ordinary jeans had quite a story—they were only available overseas. The streamer walked over and greeted Serena directly. Seeing her arrive, she quickly waved, "Hey, I'm Serena Vale." The streamer smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Layla Foster, but you can just call me Layla." Serena and Layla quickly hit it off. Layla, curious, asked, "Did you get those jeans abroad? I've never seen anything like them around here."

"We are no longer fighting the 'Total-Silence' as individuals. We are a 'Coupled-System.' The 'Inertia' of our mass is being converted into 'Kinetic-Potential' by their spin. We are creating a 'Vacuum-Wake' behind us that is pulling the Silence into a 'Vortex.' We aren't just moving through the void; we are 'Cleaning' it." The "Grand-Conveyance" became a hub for other "Brother-Fires." As the dual-engine roared through the dark, it acted as a "Gravity-Magnet," attracting smaller, isolated "Pocket-Realities" that had been shivering in the cold. These "Life-Raft-Universes" were "Bolted" onto the "Armor-Plates" of the Voyager, adding their own unique "Mechanical-M

“Where?” “In the Rogue Lands, at the base of the Ever-Reaching Mountains.”

We all walked down into the big blue porter that lead us outside our city. We are seven in number. June, kelvin, Camila, lex, gold, Nixon and me ..Waiting to our next destination. The world over here was empty- a void. "Its a Desert " Nixon said as he inspected the environment. "Dead end." camila replied with a frown while I just watched the two of them not knowing what to say. Master has chosen lex to be our leader. So my attention was more focused on lex.

he said in a fatherly manner. After finishing his reports, Staff Captain Nathaniel met his staff per deck for some instructions and documentation. He went to Promenade Deck after his roving. It is a place to take a lazy stroll in a feasible place like a beach or a park. In a vessel, the promenade deck serves as a place for the voyagers to take a calming and enjoyable walk on the ship while enjoying the beauty of the oceanic vista. It is generally the area around the superstructure. It can have open railings or can be enclosed in glass.

The Stellar Voyager didn't officially exist. A private cargo freighter registered under a shell corporation Harrison had scrubbed clean; it was a rust-bucket graveyard of shipping containers and diesel fumes. But to us, it was the only way across the Atlantic. We were five days into the crossing. It was during one of my late-night sweeps of the vessel that I heard them. Raya and Jax were tucked away in the engine room, a space usually reserved for maintenance but repurposed as their personal armory. I paused outside the heavy steel door, my senses sharp.

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.