Alien Incursion Novels & Stories

Proof that this wasn’t some calculated chess match anymore—it was blood and bone and instinct. My father had come for me. That thought hit with such force that I had to brace myself against the edge of the table. Relief surged first, blinding and fierce. Then fear followed close behind, sharp and unrelenting. Because when titans clashed, the ground beneath them always cracked. “They’re breaching the east gate,” a voice crackled through the intercom. Lucas swore under his breath in Italian. “Reroute Alpha team. Lock down corridor three.” The screens shifted, showing armed men moving through rain-soaked grounds, muzzle flashes lighting up the darkness like violent lightning. My breath came sha

"All Alpha-level and Beta-level pack members converge on Vanguard incursion points. Protect civilians first. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary. These things feed on energy—werewolf energy included." Victor's voice came back immediately. "Already moving, Alpha. We've got teams at Central Park and Times Square. But Jack—there's too many of them. We're barely holding." "Help is coming." Jack hoped he wasn't lying. "Buy me two hours." He ended the call and found Katherine waiting in the medical wing's observation room. Through the glass, he could see Aria-7 lying on a bed, connected to an array of machines that Dr. Chen had jury-rigged to monitor alien biology.

Aeron’s voice was razor calm. “You removed centralized dampening.” “Speak plainly!” “Heaven and hell weren’t just ruling.” He looked at the sky. “They were sealing.” The third Archon turned its gaze upward as the black seam flickered across distant horizons worldwide. “External incursion probability rising.” Luke stared upward. “That’s not heaven.” “No,” Aeron said quietly. “It’s not.” The Archon looked back at Lily. “You have forced premature exposure.” Her voice trembled. “To what?” The Archon answered:

VICTOR My paws thundered against the earthen floor, snapping fallen branches and dried leaves in my wake. A flurry of heavy breaths and howls sounded as a pack of five of us cut our way through the forest toward the sanctuary. Alec had enlisted two other wolves to help him with his breaking and entering abilities along with the theft of blood. We hadn't had to go to a blood bank at all. There was a local blood drive in town to encourage people to donate. We simply tapped into their supply. I was sure they wouldn't miss the ten bags we had nabbed. We made sure to snatch the common types so they could be easily restocked. I accompanied them—along with Saint—to make sure things went as planned

"Officially I stole something I shouldn't have done. Something worth an awful lot of money to an awful lot of people. And then I wrecked it. I also disobeyed a military order on top of that." "And you believe it was all for good reason." "I was trying to save my brother's life." Icaan sighed and looked away, the sadness clear on his expression. "Good enough reason for me. What did you steal?" "A fancy military ship." "One you were serving on?" "No. It was meant to be my brother's but it wasn't ready yet. The Frentin race was at war. An alien race we'd only recently encountered. They were like mindless zombies. A hive race where the ships and hive workers were relentless. They'd attacked seve

The amber emergency lighting of the engineering bay cast long, dancing shadows across the slaughterhouse floor, illuminating the horrific efficiency of Julian Sterling’s infiltration. Dante and Elara froze at the top of the maintenance ladder, the heavy steel hatch resting on Dante’s shoulders. The sight of Julian, standing amidst the decimated Vanguard squad, was a brutal confirmation of the sheer scale of his planning. He hadn't just orchestrated the destruction of Genesis Island and Tartarus; he was a phantom, moving through the chaos with lethal precision. And now, he was holding the Acheron’s life support systems hostage with a weaponized strain of the very nightmare Elara had unwitting

The storm outside had cleared, leaving the Academy draped in a deceptive, silver moonlight. Tomorrow, Project Janus would go live, an orbital defense grid that would cement the Beaumont name in history. But inside the Presidential Suite, the air was thick with the scent of a trap. Thalynn lay on the sofa, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of the "Alpha-Flood" bypass. Lucian sat at the master console, his fingers flying across the holographic interface as he performed a final diagnostic. The President was gone; in his place was a man possessed by a frantic, protective energy.

' the Phoenix wormhole, with their Falcon wormhole in the same area, the Bermuda Triangle. Frequently, the Anunnaki cloak (block) the Falcon, and then the Dracos blow it up - there are continual wars. These wormholes were part of the implant interface systems of these rival aliens, and were designed to be combined with other support systems, such as grid spikes and even government HAARP. These large grid implant systems need to be powered by the stellar activation cycles of Ascension, but they need a continuous linkage system with sufficient global coverage, and they have to be activated. The Philadelphia Experiment in 1943 was created by the Zeta-Dracos to complete their interface system by

"The... the lower valley, Eldrick. Silas... he’s already inside the perimeter. The kitchens... they're targeting Marta." Eldrick stiffened, his head snapping toward the valley below. In the distance, through the silent mountain air, the first faint sounds of screaming and the crackle of fire began to rise from the lower sectors of the hold. The invasion had begun. And as I looked at the three of us, a dying Beta, a possessed Alpha, and a rejected servant girl, I realized the prophecy my father had hidden in the records wasn't a warning about how the pack would fall. It was a description of the night we would have to tear it down ourselves to survive.

"Goddess above. You're telling me there is a secret back door right into Elder Thorne's living room? "Exactly," I nodded. "The surface army of Vanessa guards the area above us while we control the underground route to the base. I faced Dante. "We are starving, Dante," I stated with authority. "Thorne is creating a bloodthirsty army of mind-controlled Alphas by using Blood-Binders. Death awaits us if we stay here. But if you take a small, elite strike team down the Eclipse Tunnel...