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Conquering the Stars with the Undead

“You shall command… Legacy.” Charon thought he would grow up to be a hero, a savior, a shining light for all humans across the galaxy. But humanity is at war. Beset on all sides, their empire is standing only through the combined forces of technology and magic. Massive mechs were constructed, the fabled Colossus Machines, designed to defend the galaxy. The Mages were rallied, bringing forth elemental destruction. Yet it wasn't enough. Planets fell, their people enslaved to the enemies of mankind. Even the Colossus Machines, strong as they were, could not keep up. Charon was one of the orphans caught in the war effort, surviving through determination and courage, earning him the gaze of the God of Death. Gifted with a great and terrible power, the reviled element Soul, the dead around him suddenly become gateways into a realm thought lost to time. Through it, he can chain undead beasts to himself, forcing them to serve in his legions. With these powers, he learns something new about magic and technology: He can fuse souls into the Colossus Machines, allowing the power of Death to run through their cores. They become warped, twisted machines of vengeance that earn malevolent abilities. They become strong enough to win a war. Magic and machine are mixed to create something more, something darker. An army fit for a master of magic, a general of legions, a conqueror of the stars... An Archon of Death. **WARNING** The story has a lot of nuance and subplots. If you like complex world-building and lore, you'll love this. DISCORD: https://discord.gg/BJ3DTumc29
Trim_2cool · 20.3K Views

Lord of The Stars

Earth is gone—destroyed and occupied, leaving nothing for humanity to return to. Now, scattered across the cosmos, humans endure a harsh existence as refugees, immigrants, and, worst of all, mercenaries. Stripped of their memories and easily manipulated, they are forced into deadly trials that test the limits of their newfound superpowers, intellect, and reflexes. The survivors are then thrust into galactic battles, fighting for causes they do not understand, their pasts and the memory of Earth completely erased. Their only motivation is to survive another day in the vast, unforgiving universe. Meanwhile, a powerful and enigmatic secret society known as the Enix schemes to dominate the mightiest empires in the galaxy: the Zurix and the Lunix. The Zurix, a collection of over ten competing planetary empires, are locked in a perpetual and bloody struggle for supremacy. Despite sharing a common origin, they ruthlessly wage war against one another, all with the ultimate goal of reaching a single, coveted planet. Their path, however, is blocked by the formidable Lunix Empire. For six millennia, the Lunix have stood as a unified and unyielding force, their dominion stretching across half the universe and encompassing the most resource-rich worlds. Their legions of enhanced super-soldiers have proven invincible, repelling every Zurix invasion for centuries. But the tides are turning. The once-mighty Lunix Empire is now decaying from within, weakened by corruption and internal strife. Seizing this opportunity, the Zurix are closing in, eager to dismantle their ancient rivals and claim the ultimate prize. Yet, unknown to both empires, the Enix have their own vision for the future—a new world order that will forever alter the fabric of the universe. Into this maelstrom of conflict awakens Noor, a human stripped of his past. Thrown into the brutal trials, he discovers a rare and potent ability: the power of Imagination. This power allows him to materialize any object he can envision, though it is bound by certain limitations. Complementing this is his photographic memory, which enables him to recall a vast catalog of creations for battle. Noor understands that true strength lies not in raw power but in intellect. Every conflict is a test of tactics, strategy, and wit. He is not alone. Noor will soon unite with seven other humans, each possessing unique abilities. Together, they will fight in wars they do not comprehend, all in a desperate search for their identity, the truth, and a place to call home. Should Noor succeed in gathering the coveted artifacts that all factions seek, he may not only reclaim what was lost but also rise to become the Lord of the Stars.
GladiousX · 10.1K Views

CHRONICLES BEYOND THE STARS

' It is said that, beyond our sky, there are countless of stars, and each star holds a world of it's own, with powerful abilities beyond one's imagination. And that as long as you reach your hand upward with determination, a celestial body might heed your call and come towards you.. ' ' What if you received memories of the future you? What would you do? Would you believe in them and try changing your life? Would you just think of them as a passing dream ?...' Somewhere in the void... A tall and muscular man with long platinum blond hair in a black robe stood in the void of space. He was looking before him, where a grand scene was taking place. Countless galaxies and nebulas were moving in specific trajectories as if they were following an order. " I did what I thought was right to do. I do not lament nor do I regret, for it is an emotion of the weak. If I had to choose again, I'd still do the same, that is my conviction. That's what makes #### who he is now. " He turned his head towards another figure that was standing not too far behind him and asked with an deadpan face. " What about you? ####, What would you have done if you received what I've received, would you have the courage and firmness to accept this gift ? " But he didn't let the questioned respond as he smiled and lifted his left hand, holding a golden longsword that was slightly vibrating and pointed it towards the questioned one before finally ending the conversation. " The weak will always be weak as long as they don't have the will and courage to challenge those who are stronger than them." After gently saying those words, the man slashed horizontally with his golden sword, * SHWINGGG!!!!* unleashing a bright golden light that went straight to his opponent at an amazing speed and at the same time- *Shuuu!!* His figure flickered forward, following closely behind his attack... In the vast void of space, Two figures could be seen moving closely together then separating from time to time. ---------------------------------------------- Hello! Author here! just to say that the book is still in development, or to say uhmm everything is still in development, please do bear patience with this author! I just posted the uploaded the cover and the synopsis because of my own impatience sigh... the cover doesn't belong to me, just found it in Pinterest. that's all for now!
Loose_Reader · 8.9K Views

100 Days In The Stars

100 Days In The Stars is a Sci-fi Romance of love, survival, and sacrifice. Liliana defied all odds to chase her dream of becoming an astronaut, despite her parents disapproval. With the support of her three brothers, she finally earns her place on a space mission which turns into a nightmare. A catastrophic failure leaves Liliana and her colleagues stranded in the vast emptiness of space. One by one, they fall , their oxygen dwindling. As the last survivors, Liliana and Andrea cling to each other, finding love amidst the despair. But love alone cannot keep them alive. Plus Mike the villain who survived by stealing oxygen from the crew. With only enough oxygen for one, Andrea makes an unthinkable sacrifice, unaware that salvation is just a few hours away. As Liliana hurtles back to earth, carrying both heartbreak and hope, she must face the truth: some loves are written in the stars, but not all can survive them. For fans of Titanic and Interstellar, my novel 100 Days In The Stars is a gripping tale of passion, fate and the ultimate price of love. I hope to turn this story into a film or drama someday. My dream is to bring these characters to life - the survival, the love, the intensity, the hope, and the sacrifice. I believe it will hit even deeper when experienced on screen. Seeing Liliana and Andrea portrayed by real people on screen would be one of the greatest achievements of my creative journey. Thank you for reading, you're part of something bigger. SwiftConfy
Swift_Confy · 2.4K Views

Into the stars

It all began in the grim aftermath of a devastating mech war on the desolate planet Virelia-7. The battlefield stretches endlessly beneath twin suns, littered with the ruined remains of massive mechanical titans and fallen warriors. Amid this vast graveyard of steel and death, a lone 15-year-old boy awakens—injured, disoriented, and alone. His body is battered, his clothes tattered, and his memory is gone. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or what side he fought for. All he remembers is the sky. Around him, war machines lie shattered, their pilots still strapped in their death positions. Clan insignias—the lion’s head torn in half and the twin-bladed wing—decorate broken steel, but they mean nothing to him. He wanders the wreckage in confusion, haunted by the stillness of it all, until hunger drives him into action. Strange scavenger creatures called Black Ravines pick at the corpses. Birdlike in shape but entirely alien, with bone-hooked limbs and oily feathers, they feast on the dead without fear. Desperate, the boy tries to hunt one but fails. On instinct, he plays dead, and when one comes close, he kills it with a shard of mech metal and devours it raw, choking through nausea to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his mind is fractured into three entities:1) The Amnesiac Self – the current version of him, living moment to moment on raw survival instinct. 2) The Aggressive Voice – violent, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. It tempts him to surrender control for power. 3) The Calculative Voice – cold, brilliant, and tactical. It watches from within, feeding him strategic thoughts and survival data when he’s close to death.
Adu_Wisdom · 1.4K Views

"The Prehistoric Survival Manual: Written by an Engineer"

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would
zaemeowlikebeef · 1.2K Views
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