Alien Incursion Novels & Stories

"Now, get us to the Sector 7 Uplink. We have an empire to hijack." Alexander watched her, his blood singing with a mixture of fear and absolute, terrifying devotion. He knew he had created a monster. And he knew he would follow her into the fire just to watch her burn. They reached the Uplink a massive, jagged spire that pierced the fog of the Marches. It was the only place with enough bandwidth to breach the Citadel's new "Vance-Prime" firewalls.

“But we’re still us.” Alex touched the collar. Still us. But outside the safehouse, new alarms began to blare across the city. The alien fleet—drawn by the final signal from the Cradle—had arrived. Ships hovered over Lagos, massive and silent, blue energy crackling between them. The invasion had truly begun. And inside the safehouse, two men mutated, bonded, parents to something extraordinary held each other as the world outside changed forever. The rampage wasn’t over. It had only taken a new form. And the alien fleet was coming straight for them.

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood Aliens.

They were more than I expected, and the funny thing was that some of them were Tyler's men. "Alpha Stephan, our alpha said that you needed help in bringing down the evil reign of alpha William. "We are more than willing to help you in your quest." I counted them; they were up to one thousand two hundred men. I divided them into two. The first group had Liam and my Gamma as their leaders. The second one was controlled by me. I choose to go look for Clarissa, but they choose to go to the laboratory and tear it down. We started the journey to the fight, and we plan to keep ourselves updated.

The purple armor was gone, leaving Kael and Elara collapsed together on the cold silver grate, their fingers linked. Roric slowly stood up, looking at the dead consoles. The Battery is fried. The old defenses are gone. We're invisible to their tech now... but we're also defenseless. Not defenseless, Elara rasped, pulling herself up and looking towards the horizon where a fleet of heavy, black helicopters was appearing against the dawn. We're exactly where we need to be. High Alpha Volkov was coming. And for the first time in five years, he was flying into a situation he hadn't planned.

"We are the architects of your success. And we can just as easily be the architects of your ruin. Return the girl and the drive, and perhaps we will allow your son to keep his name. Refuse... and the Blackwood legacy ends tonight." The screen went black. Before Lucian could react, a massive explosion rocked the front of the estate. The floor heaved, and the lights plunged into darkness. "Eve! Stay behind me!" Lucian shouted, his hand finding mine in the dark. "Marcus, report!" he yelled into his comms. "Incursion at the North Gate! They hit us with a thermite charge! We’ve got multiple hostiles on the lawn—they’re not mercenaries, sir. These guys move like Special Forces!"

cannons that filled the sky with jagged bursts of anti-resonance. "Drop-pods in thirty seconds!" Lucien barked, checking the seals on his new "Impact-Dusters" - brass knuckles infused with stabilized Wyrd-fire. "The perimeter is crawling with 'Blight-Hounds'—mutated wolves that have been fully consumed by the virus. They’re fast, they’re hungry, and they don't feel pain." The LNI team descended like falling stars. Xander and Evangeline led the charge, their combined aura creating a "Safe-Zone" that allowed the LNI peacekeepers to land without being instantly overwhelmed by the Nexus’s raw pressure.

"They’re hitting our Conceptual Integrity. They want to prove that without the Architects to define us, we are nothing but random noise." The Incursion at the Gates The first physical manifestation of the Insurgency appeared at the northern Rift. A squad of "Purifiers"—beings clad in sterile, white armor that reflected no light—stepped through. They didn't carry sticks or guns; they carried Null-Staves that emitted a low-frequency hum, neutralizing any "Glitch" energy within a fifty-foot radius. "By order of the Core-Preservation Society," their leader announced, his voice a flat, synthesized drone. "This sector is being quarantined. All non-standard entities will be returned to a Binary-Nul

I approached them, my voice steady but my hands trembling. "I need to see Leo Herringate," I said, trying to sound confident despite the uncertainty that gnawed at my insides. The guards exchanged glances, their expressions hardened. "Visitors are not allowed," one of them replied curtly. "But I'm not just a visitor," I pleaded, desperation seeping into my voice. "I'm his Alpha, and I need to speak with him." As the lie left my lips, I felt my stomach sink. The guards hesitated, their gazes flickering with uncertainty. They knew the importance of an Alpha's presence, especially in times of crisis. After a moment of deliberation, one of them nodded and unlocked the cell door.

I tried my age which didn’t work. I tried my birthdate and it didn’t work, but the second I tried my birth year it opened. - End Of Chapter 28: Eat & Code -