Alien Graphic Novels & Stories

I sprayed so much perfume around before I opened the door that I doubt she could even make out mine in there. "Uh huh, apparently Alpha Eligor is furious. He's punishing the night patrol by making them figure out how the Rogues got past them before they're allowed to end their shift. Even if it takes days or weeks, they're not allowed to leave until they know." Ana carries on excitedly. "He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed."

“Why do we fight?” “For Carnage! For supremacy! For death! For my Alpha!” A wide smirk appeared on the Alpha’s lips, the air shifted, turning electric as the Alpha’s eyes flared crimson, showcasing an alien power infused within him. “And who is your Alpha?” “ALPHA DUNCAN REDCLAW!”

“But stay close to me. I’ve let Liam, Cayd, and Xander know that there are wolves here that don’t smell familiar to me. Just as we turn a corner, I see him, Alpha Alaric. He's walking toward us from the other end of the walkway we just turned down with several of his warriors. Fear floods into my system and Angel pushes me behind her, putting herself between me and them, dropping the bags at my side so that her hands are free. “I see you’ve found our missing assistant,” Alpha Alaric says, walking up with the swagger that he’s always had. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Alpha Alaric,” he says to Angel.

Desperate for one, even! "Buddy, you saw what he did to Rafe; with a simple click of his demonic fingers, he can send you fuck knows where!" I tried to reason with Archer's need to survive. "And as confident as I am- I don't think I can take him without you!" "We are not just a wolf- we have Alpha blood! We are stronger than Rafe! He might not be able to silence us!" Archer argued frustratedly.

Reg stared at the female in the silvery jumpsuit floating facedown in the barbaric craft and wondered why she'd reacted so strangely. He spoke aloud, switching back to his mother tongue instead of the crude language earthlings used. "Ralph, is the Earthling ill?" Alpha 400, the newest AI model for his spacecraft-intelligent and imbued of enough personality to demand a name-replied via ear transmitter. "I believe you frightened her." "But I heard her request to be saved. Why would she be scared when I have arrived to grant her wish?"

make that infernal racket stop. I felt his leg shift beneath me, but the claw I held didn't move. A talon from his opposite appendage pushed, rolling me sideways, but I held tight. He lowered his head and one red eye gazed directly into mine. "Stupid human female named Acasia. Beg for your life." The gruff voice sounded in my head. My stomach rolled again, but I managed to speak. "Why should I beg when I can no longer take the smell? Dying would be a blessing." A low groan left my mouth.

The rogue’s twisted form was barely recognizable, its fur matted with dried blood and its limbs contorted at unnatural angles. But it wasn’t the body itself that made Ren’s jaw tighten -it was the markings. The rogue’s torso was scored with deep, deliberate slashes, forming a crude symbol that Ren recognized immediately. “A crescent moon,” Ren muttered, crouching down for a closer look. Kael crossed his arms, his mouth set in a thin line. “Not just any crescent moon. It’s the mark of Alaric’s pack.” Ren’s hands clenched into fists, his wolf growling low in his chest. The mark was unmistakable - a jagged, almost mocking representation of the crescent moon, used by Alaric as a signature for h

"We were careful. We took the back trails." "You’re an Alpha in heat, Skylar," Nyla said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your aura is screaming across the woods. You might as well have left a breadcrumb trail made of neon lights." "Who is she, Aliyah?" Skylar demanded, turning his intensity back to me. "And why are you with her?" "She's... she's like me," I said, my voice trembling. "She's a Siphon." Skylar’s face paled. "No. No, Whyte said the shift was temporary. You’re a Zeen, Aliyah. You’re the healer. You just need the right ritual to–"

Alasdair questioned him. "When the users of the long-range weapons went out to train, Moha and Luna bumped into a bloody crow. According to them, they felt that there was something unusual about the place where they were supposed to train, and it happened that Moha’s arrow hit the crow’s wings," Arphen explained. “And that crow was Algea?” The former king asked. He nodded as a confirmation and then clarified, “She also has the ability to shapeshift.” “Why do you know a lot of things about this woman?” He asked.

the man said. “What else can be as shocking as this?” “It has come to our notice that Aliyah, daughter of Alan Forrester, Alpha of the Blue Moon pack, can heal the deranged wolves. Meaning, that she can cure the poison in them, restoring the wolf to it’s original self. We speak out of evidence as it is that she had healed Eric, son of the Blue moon pack’s Delta and also an Elder in the dungeon right before she was kidnapped by the cat Demons.”