Alien Incursion Novels & Stories

It was a "Selection Protocol." Incursion detected, a voice boomed—not from a speaker, but from the very air in our lungs. It was the "Primary Architect," the consciousness that had survived the deletion of my mother’s ghost. The Failed Seed has returned. The Shield is an anomaly. The Architect is a corruption. Initiate the Final Format.

The taxes, the borders, and the genetic hierarchies that had defined human life for three millennia were starting to look like sandcastles in a rising tide. ​"Thorne won't accept a pause," Killian warned, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a new movement in the sky. "He is a man who would burn the world just to be the king of the ash. Look. Those are not Council drones. Those are high altitude interceptors. They are coming from the central hub. He is bypassing the local units and bringing in the automated systems. The machines don't feel the amber pulse, Elara. They only feel the logic of the kill command."

He gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he does. "This better be serious," Dad grumbles to his phone. Shaking my head, I start to wonder who the real alpha is between the two of them. "Nightcrawlers. Kevin reported some of these motherfuckers were roaming near the border last night," Alpha says. Goosebumps traveled across my skin as I try not to shoot a horrified look at my Dad. His eyes were still on me. I kept my eyes straight though, knowing if I stay like this he wouldn't notice I could hear them clearly.

But the knowledge of the barrier system, this much Alec and everyone in the WDF knew, belong only to one person: to Professor Waldo Kinski who is declared missing-news that's recently been broadcasted all over WDF's communication networks. Alec was thinking, if not for this barrier system, Earth would have been captive to WDF's adversaries a long, long time ago. 'Adversaries'--- that's how he was taught to refer to the alien invaders who, after 10 years of being locked in battle with Earth, remained anonymous. He could hear the rest of his comrades also announcing their re-entry into Earth's atmosphere after two months of being on space duty. The Falcon Battalion Unit, a team of 15 space fig

I honestly don’t feel a single emotion, though. “What do you say, Sinclair?” “Okay,” I whispered. Julian gave me the widest smile, and I’m counting in my head. He pulled me closer to kiss him. Three…two…one… “SINCLAIR!” Angelo said in a panicked voice as he burst through Julian’s door. “Angelo!” he growled at the interruption, and I stepped back, relieved. That was so close. “What is the meaning of you bursting in here?!” “Alpha, I’m sorry! We’ve been hacked. It looks like Condor!” he said urgently.

Edgar replied. “So, why are they being laid out there?” my dad asked. “They react to each other when they’re touching for some reason, so we’re separating them so that we can put them in separate containment units,” Edgar said. I paid attention to the information displayed around me. What the internet had on Area Alpha 101 wasn’t even close to what the government had. There was so much more detailing that the government had, and I used that opportunity to suck in all the information that I could. There was just something about this place that was somewhat calling out to me. I had to know. I NEEDED to know!

I watch the way they move as one entity, a binary star system of violence and devotion. It hurts more than the rib. It hurts more than the split lip. It’s a physical manifestation of everything I’ve lost. I wait until they turn the corner, before I walk toward my study. I need to sit down. I need to breathe. I need to ice my side. “Alpha,” Marcus says quietly, appearing at my elbow. “Are you-” “Don’t,” I warn him. “Not a word, Marcus.” I walk alone down the silent corridor. The invasion has begun. Eli has been here for five minutes, and he’s already smelled the blood in the water.

Chapter 9: Astra Research Institute The sky over Valenfort tonight was thick as ash. No stars. No moon. Only black smoke rising from the southern district, where the Crimson Pact had lured the Hunters away with a staged explosion. Evelyn adjusted her electric rifle, her voice cold and focused. “Seven minutes to infiltrate, twelve to extract. Astra’s system uses blood recognition no one bleeds in there, understood?” Kael nodded. Behind them, Selene checked her reflective armor, while two human agents installed signal-jamming devices.

Alpha Diamond sounded surprised “Should I have?“ Ryan queries “You were looking right at it.” “What are you two on about?” Elijah was growing more and more frustrated Ryan and Alpha Diamond move to the back of the room, pulling out what looked like scrolls. she points to something at the top. “You have fucking got to be kidding me.” “What is it?” Elijah calls out. “It’s a weird list of Lycans. But there is a name at the top. King Alwin!”

Crimson guards flooded the maternity floor while armed wolves sealed elevator access under Adrian’s supervision. One assassin cursed through the comms. “We’ve been blocked.” Onscreen, Lucian himself appeared near the emergency corridor. Blood still stained his black shirt. His silver hair had fallen into disarray now. Wild. Then Adrian appeared beside him, muttering something under his breath. Exhaustion sharpened him instead of weakening him. Lucian turned and barked orders at his guards before personally checking identification badges himself. Paranoid Alpha. A minute later, one infiltrator appeared onscreen pinned violently against the wall by Lucian’s men.