Albedo Aliens Novels & Stories

"Living, breathing whales made of wood and light." ​"They are the Emissaries," Elena replied. "They carry the memory of the Gutter to the stars. If they survive the jump to Proxima, the 'Black Bloom' will have its first interstellar garden." ​The Alchemy of the Void ​Inside the lead ship, the Vane’s Legacy, the environment was a lush, humid jungle. There were no metal corridors or flickering fluorescent lights. The walls were pulsing bark, and the "Life-Support" was a massive, central pillar of glowing emerald vines that recycled the crew’s breath into pure, oxygenated air.

These specs were one of the useful gadgets that he used for information gathering. As he peered into those zoomed-in images of the burning building, he saw a figure was alive and hovering near the back door of the spacecraft that had crashed into the building. The floating figure in the sky was not human. Three tiny and curvy horns stretching out of the back of his neck, and dark skin visible through his semi-transparent battle suit. David did not want to believe, but he had no choice. Yaksha, an alien race has arrived. His build was almost similar to humans'.

Suddenly he glowed gold as his gun appeared in his hand. “I will protect you till my last breath” he said as he kissed my forehead and held me tight. ****************************** Five years ago the aliens attacked the planet earth. The peace in the face of earth vanished as the surface of the planet became war fields and hunting grounds. They looked exactly like normal human beings. Not a difference to be noted. But they have powers. They glow when their power activates. Their eyes glow. They magically summon weapons. They killed many innocents be it men, women, old, young.

We looked like gods returning from a hunt. The five hundred Lycans and Vampires stepped onto the scorched grass of the courtyard. Their armor was dented, and they were covered in the glittering white ash of the Void, but not a single soldier had fallen. The Earth’s predators, fueled by magma and starlight, had proven to be the ultimate apex species in the universe. Killian and I stepped through last. I turned back to the Astrolabe, the alien cylinder humming on its stone pedestal. I didn't just turn it off. I raised my hand, channeling the residual heat of the supernova still buzzing in my veins, and melted the ancient device into a useless puddle of glowing slag.

"You can't seriously think you can wander around naked and not be noticed. It's bad enough your skin is blue, but a giant, naked blue male wandering around a human city is sure to get noticed." Lex frowned. The computer had a valid point, one he should have realized had he not been so anxious to complete his mission. "I will dress myself while you locate a suitable landing area." "You do that." With what sounded suspiciously like muttering-something to the effect of big blue aliens with more brawn than brains, which Lex chose to ignore, the Alpha 350 revved the engines in preparation to penetrate the atmosphere surrounding the planet known in their database as Earth.

Strong. But I also saw the other side. The Others' world was a huge, gray desert with no stars in the sky. And there were many shapes pressed against the newly alive Veil: the Wardens, the scouts, and the hive mind's tendrils. They weren't attacking. They were... looking. Their heads were tilted, and their alien minds were focused on the sudden, bright light of our world. The dissonance that had drawn them in was gone, and for now, there was a harmony that was impossible to break.

They had emerged coughing, their pathetic, uncovered skin blistering instantly in our ambient heat. "They look nothing like us," High Overseer Krell hissed, his mandibles clicking in a rhythmic display of revulsion. "Look at that... that weeping, porous membrane they call skin. It is as if the universe forgot to finish them." I agreed. As the Chief Exobiologist, I had seen many strange evolutionary dead-ends in our fossil records, but nothing as biologically offensive as these aliens. They were bipedal, yes, but their limbs were spindly, supported by internal calcified struts that snapped under the slightest pressure. They leaked a thin, watery red ichor—a substance so low in viscosity it se

"We know of Earth. We know of wolves. We know of the conflict. You are welcome here. Land coordinates transmitted. We await you." "They know about us?" someone asked. "How?" "They have been monitoring Earth," a scientist theorized. "Probably for centuries. Watching. Waiting." "For what?" "For us to evolve enough to reach them." It was a stunning thought. An alien civilization watching humanity. Waiting for them to develop space travel. Waiting for first contact. And now wolves, not humans, would make that contact. The ship approached the planet. It was beautiful. Blue oceans. Green continents. White clouds. Like Earth. But untouched. Pristine.

He's also a werewolf, one of the annoying creatures. Thinking of it, It isn't really that hard to identify them, ever since I found out about Ariel it has been quite easy to recognize them. They got this tattoos,height and body structure you wouldn't mind touching or spending a night with plus they are dangerously good looking, and when I say dangerously good looking, I mean charming. But no matter how tempting that might be I, Crystal Lucario Davenport would never have anything to do with them. I hope the rouges kill them all especially that ruthless beast they call their Alpha. "Leave? Elyssa is going to fire me and make sure I never get a job elsewhere"I roll my green eyes.

And another. "Eric…" "Yeah, I see them," he answered, his voice low and calm, but I could feel the stress in his jaw. The aliens moved into the low light and revealed themselves. They had wolf-like features, but their bodies were twisted and grotesque—fur matted and spotty, limbs too long, mouths filled with jagged, mismatched teeth. "Not exactly cuddly," Eric mumbled, tightening his hold on the fractured stone he had picked up. "Plan?" I inquired, my tone barely above a whisper.