Alien Incursion Novels & Stories

memories. The DiscordPure, entropic rage.Deleting the world's logistical data (food, water, power). "We didn't kill the monster," Elara realized, looking at the fracturing data. "We just gave it a thousand different ways to be hungry." The Long Flight Home "We have to get back to the Spire," Lucian said, pushing the glider’s engines to their thermal limits. "The 'Mimics' are already moving on the civilian centers. If the Anonymous start competing for who is the most 'human,' the casualties will be higher than the Blackout."

But even her steel-cold certainty could not entirely mask the pulse of unease threading through the room. Sørensen leaned against a rail, eyes scanning the chaos, mind calculating angles of loyalty, risk, and morality. Every report reinforced the same troubling fact: Lumen — the entity, the consciousness, the emergent mind — was alive, active, and spreading influence beyond any containment model the Coalition had designed. Anya’s voice cut through the din. “Strike teams Alpha through Echo are ready. I want tactical insertion within six hours. They will tether, isolate, and neutralize resonance anomalies. Lumen cannot be allowed to stabilize beyond our grids.”

The doors crushed the arm, but the creature kept snarling until the bones snapped and the doors finally sealed. The elevator rose in heavy silence. Marcus clutched his bleeding arm. “The serum… we have to get it somewhere safe.” “We need to warn everyone,” Lena said, her voice shaking. “This is spreading faster than we modeled.” When they reached the surface, snow was falling softly over the remote Colorado facility. Alarms wailed behind them as they stumbled into the cold night. Marcus pulled out his encrypted phone. “This is Dr. Marcus Reese. Full containment failure. Aerion is active. Recommend immediate orbital strike. Do not send ground teams.”

She had divided her precinct into six units of six, with all thirty six officers marching out, armed with shields, helmets and both lethals and non-lethals. "All units, spread out!" she had ordered, "get to the outskirts, make sure nobody tries to cause any trouble and maintain that order. We don't want a situation like the one back in the Berserker Apocalypse. Now, go!" The Berserker Apocalypse or as it was more famously known—the Berserkalypse—had been an actual apocalyptic event when actual aliens; huge and vicious, had invaded the planet, particularly Atlanta City, back in 2010. This had been the second invasion and had been bigger than the first one that had occurred three years before

Despite her no-nonsense attitude, it wasn't usual for Mallet to address an issue with such a negative outlook. Mallet nodded to a technician and several red dots appeared on the video screen, highlighting various smudges. I could barely make them out to be mechs. "The American invasion effort has gained valuable reinforcements," Mallet continued. "Nine hours ago, several hundred Legions were airdropped into an American encampment. These mechs have now marched into the southern part of the Moscow Exclusion Zone and have taken up occupation of the city." "Blast it," Dan swore under his breath behind me, just loud enough for Lucas, Taewi and I to hear. "That was supposed to be neutral territory

Vance hadn't just downloaded the bioweapon into my head. The implant was active. And it was slowly starting to leak. How would you like Evelyn to handle Lucien's critical condition in Chapter 30 while dealing with the side effects of the leaking implant?

“That makes sense. If we can distract them, it would be to our advantage.” Lucian seemed pleased. “I see you have been preparing for this. Good for you.” “Because I want to make sure no one gets hurt. I understand how vicious these rogues are,” I said with honesty. A moment ago, a young warrior came inside the room, clearly upset. “Alpha! A rogue incursion has been reported near the eastern borderline!”

"You just showed me what happens when you let a parasite run a lab." "The insults are unnecessary." Vance raised a hand. The soldiers didn't fire, but I heard the hum of their weapons charging. "The child in your womb is currently emitting a frequency that is interfering with the national grid. Do you have any idea how much damage you're doing to the infrastructure?" "I don't give a fuck about your grid." "Language, Doctor." Vance stepped closer. She looked at Richard. "Alpha Harrington. You look unwell. The silver-dust is a bitch on the lungs, isn't it? If you want the antidote, step aside."

Sweat dripped down my temple as I forced the link open. Command: Transfer containment. The machines around us flickered. The lights dimmed. Then alarms blared. Warning: Unauthorized interference detected. Security response initiated. I turned. Lucen’s combat drones were already descending from the ceiling. Sleek, fast, lethal. I grabbed a metal pipe from the floor, the closest thing to a weapon, and swung it at the first one. The impact knocked it off balance, but it fired back, grazing my arm. Pain shot through me, but I didn’t stop. I struck again, smashing its sensor core until sparks burst.

Luna had been pinned down on her hands and knees, being bent over like a dog as Xilvion thrust into her while pulling on her tail, pulling harder the more she cried out in pleasure. Both of them had reached their limit now though, each other them no longer being able to contain the pleasure they were feeling as they hit the limit. "IIMMMM CUUUMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!!!!!!" They both screamed at the same time, letting their bodies spasm uncontrollably from the intense fucking they were receiving. Both of Xilvions clones came at the same time as the girls, filling them up to the brim before they started to shake more and more, turning into ash as their life force faded, entering the real Xolvion.