Science Fiction

Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
Phaedra was quiet during her watch. At twelve, she didn’t know what she was supposed to be looking out for. Still, it had seemed like a good idea for them to take turns looking out for danger while the others slept. She glanced over her shoulder at Demeter, fast asleep next to the banked campfire they had built to cook a small dinner. Eldren had supplied the tools that were helping to keep them fed, and Phaedra hated everyone enjoyed that but ostracized him.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Search for Andromeda
Chapter Four: The Devourer's Call The lab’s lights dimmed as the energy surge reverberated through the systems, casting eerie shadows across the room. Elara’s heart pounded in her chest, the cold presence she had sensed now growing stronger, more defined. The ripple in the data was no longer just a glitch—it was a harbinger, a sign that something immense and malevolent was on the move.
By Emmanuel Oyewaleabout a year ago in Chapters
The Search for Andromeda
Chapter Three: The Awakening Storm The glow of the singularity faded from the screen, but the pulse of its energy remained in Elara's mind. She could feel it—a constant hum, a reminder of the knowledge now embedded in her consciousness. As she moved through the lab, the weight of her decision settled over her like a shroud.
By Emmanuel Oyewaleabout a year ago in Chapters
The Search for Andromeda
Chapter Two: The Dawn of the Unknown Elara stood frozen before the being of light and darkness, her mind a whirl of questions and fears. The landscape around her seemed to pulse with the same rhythm as the singularity she had just encountered, as if this world itself was alive, breathing in tandem with the ancient knowledge she had unlocked.
By Emmanuel Oyewaleabout a year ago in Chapters
LABYRINTH OF SHADOWS
As I slowly awoke, my eyelids heavy and reluctant to open, a deep sense of unease began to creep in, gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. My heart started to race, pounding in my chest as I took in my surroundings. This wasn't my room. My room was a sanctuary of warmth and familiarity, filled with personal mementos that told the story of who I was. But here, everything felt wrong.
By Ukpeje Honourabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
Eldren shuddered as he ran, hoping Phaedra hadn’t been grandstanding. All he could do was hope for the best as he careened down the halls, the lantern he pilfered from the supply bags at the entrance bobbing an erratic rhythm.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
It was supposed to be Demeter. She wasn’t supposed to die. Demeter was supposed to save the world. The prophecy machine chose her. Instead, they killed her, dragged her corpse off, and left Phaedra to defend a place that was going to fall no matter what anyone did.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
Eldren didn’t have time to waste, so he rushed down the hall. It was more crowded than normal, with people fleeing toward the ’dock, and a part of him wished he could grab Phae and escape with the others. But Phae was in an unwinnable situation. A request from Aurelius was bad news. Temple was the only force that stood a chance against the necromancer, but even Temple could only do so much against him. The cities that had a Temple were usually spared, but the Temple fleets that protected the non-Temple areas had more limited choices. Rumors on why Aurelius was trying to kill every living person had borne no fruit. In the two centuries since he had come into power, nation after nation had crumbled under his onslaught.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned. Content Warning.
April 15th, 1850 It was a beautiful spring day, one of the last cool ones before the summer heat set in. Phaedra should have been admiring the orange roses, cultivated by Temple as a symbol of hope. Instead, her thoughts were elsewhere. The voice that had led her to Sanctuary had fallen silent, and nothing she could do had brought it back. It left her restless and unsatisfied, like she had been cut adrift from the single thing that had guided to where she needed to be. It seemed that, at thirty-three, she would have accomplished more with her life. Sure, she was well known and well loved, but that was because of her sister. Not that she minded. It was just strange how the voice that guided her had fallen silent. It left her feeling unsatisfied, that she had gone so off track that the quiet whisper must have abandoned her.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
Savior of the Damned . Content Warning.
1817 It had been so long since Phaedra had slept in a bed she didn’t want to get out of it in the morning. The trek across what felt like all of Laralas with the other kids had been brutal. But Phaedra hadn’t realized how much it affected her until they arrived at Sanctuary and Temple took them in. A good hot meal, a bath, and a warm bed later made her tear up as she tried to sleep that night. It made her think of home and momentarily forget her parents were dead. Any minute there would be a call for breakfast: eggs, sausage, and rice if it was the weekend. Phaedra didn’t know. The raid on her home, and the flight to get away, was a distant memory. A bad dream that she was certain she could wake up from at any moment. Twelve was too young to leave everything behind. It was something that happened to other people, not her.
By J. Pagaduanabout a year ago in Chapters
THE KING OF KINGS PART - 1
15 APRIL,100 A.W.E, IN THE HEART OF THE CITY OF LONDON THERE WAS A TOWER REACHING THE SKY AS TALL AS 30,100 FEET THE TALLEST BUILDING IN THE WORLD. THE BIGGEST TECHNOLOGY COMPANY LIT'S HEADQUARTERS. A MAN WAS WEARING A BLACK SHIRT AND BLACK JEANS STANDING OUTSIDE. HE WAS BLACK. BLACK ENTERS RHE TOWER
By mdshyan mazumderabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Songs for the Souls Part 2
Chapter 2 Part 2 I used to love sewing and working with fabrics. I knew that feeling well, the familiar weight of the scissors in my hand brought back a rush of memories, though they were still clouded and vague. These tiny scissors had been my constant companion, small enough to tuck away anywhere, even in the inside pocket of my leggings. I would carry them everywhere, ready to snip a loose thread or trim a piece of fabric for a project I’d think about later. They were smaller than a tablespoon, but sharp as a needle’s point.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters