Alien: Isolation Aliens Novels & Stories

Alexander froze. What does that mean Isabella asked. It means Hale said slowly. He did not disappear. He migrated. Into the only stable biometric left. Alexander. Silence pressed in. Alexander shook his head. That is not possible. The screen pulsed again. Adaptive protocol integrating. One percent. Isabella’s blood ran cold. He is inside you, she whispered. Not physically. But in the system. Using Alexander as stable host architecture. Alexander’s breathing changed. Delete it Hale ordered.

We hadn’t locked the door. “Darian?” Alia called. No answer. Footsteps. Then, A voice. A voice that froze every drop of blood in my veins. “Hello, bitch.” My entire body went still, paralysed by a cold, sharp terror I had never felt before. Alia’s eyes widened. She stood slowly, hands trembling. “Oh my God…” Isabelle walked into the great room with a gun in hand. Joggers. Torn at the knee. Hair wild.

Matteo whispers a curse. “Meaning we stop existing.” Yes. The word lands like a stone. For a long moment none of us speak. The galaxy glows beneath our feet. Thousands of civilizations scattered across unimaginable distances. And somewhere out there something is moving toward us. Something that used to be like us. Ezra finally breaks the silence. “You said humanity has two choices.” Isolation or alliance. He nods once. “Explain isolation.” The Custodian gestures toward the projection. If the bridge connection is severed your species may become difficult to detect.

Isabelle Isabelle shuddered against the cold cell that reminded her of a prison. Her world had turned upside down and morphed into a nightmare. Aliens existed! And the scowl on his boar-ish face let her know he wasn’t a misunderstood being who wanted love and peace. The air was dank and musty in the corner of the small cell. Her stomach heaved. Visions of Kohl’s evil face still plastered her brain and she wished she could scrub the image away. Isabelle shivered in dread against the cold metal floor.

They shot rapidly around the room with guns out of a space flick. Octnavin ducked behind the bed and then tossed the mattress at the little girls. The mattress started on fire. The room filled with smoke. Sloan lost sight of Octnavin. Like a ghost, the alien moved as he attacked a little girl. One girl fell to the floor after Octnavin broke her neck. Fuck, that was harsh. -Those are not little girls. Those are folantos.- -What are folantos?- Sloan asked in his head. Octnavin didn't reply, but the alien looked busy so Sloan wasn't surprised. Octnavin grabbed one of the folantos and wrapped his tentacles around her neck. He snapped her head off like a doll before moving to the next one.

"We can choose to live aboard the ship. We have thought about taking a private dwelling of our own. It would have to be within the amount we would earn from employment however and we have no reference for how much housing costs." "We're realtors! We'll help you find a place to live! That's what we do: sell houses! You guys are just so nice! I can't believe I was scared of you." "Scared of what?" "I don't know? That you'd eat us or kill us all or something horrible? There aren't a lot of great alien movies where the aliens and the humans get along." "We don't watch movies. If that helps?" John smiled at Tom and couldn't hold in a sound of mirth, "I think it helps! I can barely keep straight a

--- A pause. --- “Now you’re reacting.” --- The pressure spiked one final time. --- Everything blurred. --- Sound distorted. --- Space fractured. --- The layer breaking under strain. --- Ariana stepped through. --- Fully. --- And— --- Everything snapped. --- The isolation layer collapsed. --- The pressure vanished. --- The tone disappeared. --- Silence. --- Real silence. --- Ariana stumbled slightly. --- Her feet hitting solid ground. --- Real ground. --- She looked up. --- The hallway.

they muttered in agreement. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “Good. Now, let’s focus on what matters. Damien is getting ground because we’re not united. We need to improve our defenses and plan our next move carefully.” “Alpha,” Marcus said warily, “what about the Luna? What do we do about her?” I glared at him. “She stays where she is. Locked up. Out of sight, out of mind.” “But Alpha,” Gavin began, but I cut him off.

I began, my tone firm yet laced with compassion, "but we are facing a grave threat, a plague that has swept through our lands. Those who exhibit symptoms, the fever, the chills, the cough, must be isolated. We must act swiftly to prevent its spread." A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd. Faces, etched with worry, turned towards each other, whispers flitting between them. I know that the idea of being isolated within the palace walls scares them. They have no assurance if they will come out of the isolation area alive. And I currently don't have a cure to guarantee their safe comeback. A woman, her face pale, stepped forward, her voice trembling, "But my children... my husband... they

Kael said, swinging the torch around the cell, looking around again but the only thing left on the floor was blood stains. I stood terrified, my wolf stirred uneasily within me. Something was very wrong here. Dead bodies don't just get up and walk away. Alpha Xavier's eyes flashed dangerously as he turned to Kael. “Lock the entire building, nobody goes out or come in” Alpha Xavier's commanded with authority resonating in his voice. “And search every corner–everywhere” he added, then those piercing grey eyes landed on me, making me catch my breath. “And you–little wolf. You're staying right where I can see you”.