Alien Fiction Books Novels & Stories

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

He was utterly horrified that this thing was taking him. Blood seemed to be creating a lubricant for the recruit alien as he drove deeper. Murry's blood didn't really seem to help much, but the more the young, thin alien slid inside of him, the more Murry wondered if this was how he was going to die. Could someone die from sex? Probably alien sex. "Not so deep," the fat one admonished. "But harder." Harder? Now Murry was positive that this was how his life would end. A part of him wished for his demise to be swift. Couldn't they just cut his throat?

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

I stepped over the wolfsbane to reach Ali where he lay on the floor, covered in blood, crouching next to him. “Chris, can you keep Aaron and Scarlett occupied for just a minute?” Ali had a pulse, but it was weak, really weak. I looked up, meeting Lyla’s eyes. “What happened to him?” “They covered us both in both fresh wolfsbane and some kind of wolfsbane concoction. Once we were weak, they injected Ali with whatever it is they’ve created to let them take over the minds of their victims. With Ali, it never took. I don’t know why, but it just didn’t work. They pumped so much into him trying to make it take. In the end, he just collapsed, and he hasn’t changed since. They spent so long on Ali t

Alley said, smiling at me. We walked over and I sat down on the floor next to her. I held out the book and opened the first page to see what the contents were about. "The Blessed." I read out loud. The blessed? I turned the next page to see a man and woman, the man had a white shading while the woman had a black shading, "That could be a white witch and a dark witch.'' Alley said, studying the picture. I looked all over the page until my eyes laid on words that I didn't know how to comprehend at first. "When the light meets the dark a mix of good and evil is born." Um... What does that mean? I tensed a little as I read the words over and over. Alley was scribbling something down on a note

One shadow. Casius stiffened. “That symbol again.” Alina swallowed. “The White Wolf. The first alpha.” Her voice dropped. “They erased him from history.” She moved down the aisle, reading spines etched in runic script. Chronicles of the Silver Howl. The Bloodmoon Accord. The Warding Flame. Her hand stopped. Three volumes sat pristine at the end of the shelf. The White Wolf. The Warding Flame. The Prophecy of Balance. Her throat tightened. “Three complete texts.”

The hill down looked like a jagged scar carved into the mountainside, sharp with the scent of stone and old, cold earth. Wind howled through the ravine like a warning whispered by ghosts long gone, and the clouds overhead hung low and heavy as if hiding the executioner that passed by. This wasn’t a place meant for mercy... “Oh, and by the way,” I continued, ignoring Isabel’s helpless cries and desperate pleas. “Did you know that Alpha Darian is extremely interested in poisons?” I smirked and looked down at her, feeling my wolf’s enjoyment spark at watching her tear-streaked face under my foot. “Yeah, reminiscing with you these last couple of days had me thinking back. And, I just realized so

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

Alex searches for me and locates me with his gaze, looking at me with evident concern and fear in his eyes. "Everything will be fine. Go with Nicole. She'll take care of you," Alex says in a conciliatory tone through the bond. "But I..." "It's an order, Jane. Don't argue. Go now," he says coldly. I blink in surprise. Nicole takes my hand and drags me through the hall. "You have to hide," she says worriedly. "Everyone, prepare to fight," the alpha's voice resonates throughout the place. Causing everyone to transform into wolves. I am amazed at the size of them. They are slightly larger than us, but not by much. The enormous one is Alex.