Star Gods
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Thank You For Reading
A Day as Dark as Night
About the Author
Also by JT Adeline
STAR GODS
Copyright © 2020 by JT Adeline
ISBN: 978-1-68046-972-1
Fire & Ice Young Adult Books
An Imprint of Melange Books, LLC
White Bear Lake, MN 55110
www.fireandiceya.com
Smashwords Edition
Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.
Published in the United States of America.
Cover Design by Caroline Andrus
My sons have brought many friends home through the years, and some fit right into our family as if they always belonged. One in particular has been a part of our family since he was nine, and he will always be considered my son.
This book is dedicated to my third son, Mason. Let your life be filled with what has always been inside you, and what you have always brought into our home—your smile, your laughter, your sarcasm, your friendship and your love. I look forward to seeing what life has yet to offer you, and what has yet to unfold.
And a special mention to my Editor In Chief, my second born, Jacob. Thank you for helping make Star Gods shine!
1
Tuesday, April 12, 2039
I’m pushed, shoved, and elbowed as I make my way out of Prescott High in Old St. Paul, Minnesota. The bright sun hits me in the face moments before the assistant principal steps in front of me, blocking the warm rays I only had seconds to enjoy. I swear under my breath, and he raises both eyebrows. This normally isn’t a problem, but Mr. Hansen is also my history teacher. Apparently, writing “The war referred to as Desert Storm caused many deaths and heartaches,” wasn’t appropriate for my report. I now have to write what it’s like having an older brother raise me. I could just write the same thing; it’s really not that different. It might give him satisfaction to give me detention. You think?
“Mr. Cartwright.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hansen. I’m running late. Excuse me.”
He doesn’t move. In fact, he’s blocking my path of escape.
“I trust you have the paper your brother needs to sign?”
I gnash my teeth to keep from swearing again. “Yes, sir.”
“Zeke, you may want to choose your words on paper, and in conversation, more carefully in the future.”
I desperately try not to roll my eyes. “Mr. Hansen, I really need to get going. Ashe is expecting me, and I missed my ride with Tyce.”
“Does either of your brothers allow you to speak inappropriately?”
I give in and roll my eyes. “No, sir.” I shift my backpack on my shoulder and rock back on my heels while looking over Mr. Hansen’s shoulder for my best way out. My eyes settle on the mural of what this school looked like twenty years ago when this was Harding High. Time has really changed this place, and I wonder why we aren’t writing about that; after all, it’s more current.
In 2020, the World Wide Web crashed. The internet was completely shut down by the governments, and telephones you plug into your wall became the highest selling item. Cellphones were banned up until three years ago and aren’t so smart anymore. As of now, they are very basic, resembling those used in 2005 according to some of the teachers—phone calls and texting only. Schools had to go back to paper, pens, and old textbooks—which explains my report about Desert Storm instead of something more current—with holographic boards sitting dark and unused. Merchants returned to carbon paper for credit card transactions, and as for the internet, it’s still banned. This generation knows nothing about Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, or any other popular social media of that era, except for what we have learned about in class.
My mind gives a warning tingle, and I rub the back of my neck while Mr. Hansen continues with his tirade. If he doesn’t stop soon, he’s going to get his first real alien encounter when my eyes start glowing. Yes, I’m half-alien, my dad’s from outer space, and the Star Gods have a message for me that I really need to answer—soon.
Let me explain.
My dad is what astronomers would deem an alien. He has the same physical appearance of a human, making it easy to blend in, except he has abilities and violet eyes—the genetic stamp of a Star God that he passed down to his sons.
Dad grew up on Planet Eos, located in the center of the Milky Way and undiscoverable from human detection. He came to Earth after becoming a Luminary—just a fancy word for a more powerful Star God—to protect humans from outside and unknown threats. He met my mom here on Earth, fell in love, had a family and remains here with occasional visits to his planet, which for him is only a blink away. That is what happened—my parents went to Planet Eos for a meeting and never returned. That was eight months ago, and I’m missing them like crazy.
One of my abilities is receiving messages from any Luminary on the Star God Planet, showing me who my brothers and I need to help here on Earth. That’s what’s currently happening in my head while Mr. Hansen lectures me. I hope he’s almost done.
“Consider this a warning, Zeke. Next time it will be after-school detention and a call home.”
Kevin Nelson snorts and looks back as he passes. I really