Galaxy War Novels & Stories

I just finished writing it last night. [Remember to download it.] When I saw that his wedding gift for me was the introduction to String Theory, I laughed. His idea of romance was always so hardcore. I leaned back against my seat and closed my eyes. The nightmare that had tormented me for my entire youth had finally disappeared. All those people and troublesome things in the past had become dust. My world was no longer restricted to that small town, but it was a wide galaxy filled with the endless unknown. It was the ultimate romance of physics, and I would need to explore it my entire life.

They shattered the blockade into a billion pieces and burst out of the slipstream corridor, dropping into the cold, silent space at the edge of the Andromeda galaxy. But the silence was short-lived. Through the viewport, the Galactic Mint hung in space—a Dyson sphere constructed entirely of flawless, shimmering gold and cosmic glass. But it was currently being smothered by a hybrid armada, and something massive, horrifying, and ravenous was physically burrowing into the side of the greatest bank in the universe.

The war room had become their world, a chaotic and brilliant maelstrom of strategy, firepower, and vengeance. Amara and Dante, a formidable partnership forged in the crucible of betrayal and loss, were a single, unstoppable force. Their combined empires, a brutal mix of old-world intimidation and new-world technology, were a terrifying symphony of destruction. They were a hurricane of power, a force of nature that tore through the global cartel's defenses, one meticulously planned strike at a time. The final war, a brutal, uncompromising clash of two worlds, was in full swing.

And as if sensing the serious air, Calisto shifted on his seat, his gaze flickering back and forth between Gallahan and I. “Alright,” I said breathily, running my palms up and down my lap. “Where do we even begin?” “The war,” Gallahan replied, his voice sounding a bit stiff and strangled, as if he was talking past a tight throat. “Did the two of you hear about the war that ended roughly six years ago?” Gillian and Calisto exchanged glances. “Yeah. Humans were getting hurt, so… So Mommy fought to protect them,” Gillian answered. Then, after running her upper teeth along her lower lip, she admitted, “Uncle William said Daddy was the one who was hurting the humans.”

If everyone on Earth knew about the War happening in the galaxy people would join up to fight. "Our special forces may be small...but they aren't weak," Jia says proudly, and I glance at her. She looks personally offended by Zalu's statements. "If the government shared the fact that you all exist, brave men would volunteer, especially men from the states," Krystal says, and Zalu smiles before shrugging. "I can't break policy, and the governments on our planets can't either. It's a breach of the Harvest Treaty," Zalu says, and the waiting Kea clears her throat loudly.

She told me. With another snap, her people let me go by tossing out. Khali came running to my rescue— that bitch will get what's coming to her and this whole fucking town. If she wants to play that game, then so be it. I got up and dusted myself off. I turned to my worried boyfriend. With my scariest tone, I said, "This means war! Khali, remember about our talk about the diamond? We are taking it." He smiled from ear to ear, and later that night, we began to plan. In a couple more days, that gem will be long gone, and Sera won't know what is coming to her. ​

"Queen Elena, come home. The Consensus has declared Silver Creek a 'Restricted Zone.' They’ve surrounded the planet. They’re demanding the Triplets be handed over for 'stabilization' before the galaxy will allow the Empire to stand." The war with the ghosts was over. The war with the "civilized" world had just begun.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u