Alien: Isolation Aliens Novels & Stories

Felix asked with concern. “Ari is a trained scout,” he explained. “She checks out the area and keeps us informed about obstacles or dangers such as zombies or cyborgs via this.” He held up a wireless phone. “It’s a type of walkie talkie with a ridiculous range. We have our own private frequency so the aliens can’t break in.” “She goes off alone?” Olga asked with surprise. “Isn’t that dangerous?” Felix practically gasped. The soldier nodded. “It is.”

Agatha said. "I'll be waiting. Thank you so much, Agatha," Silvia said to the lady who told her not to worry as she dropped the call. Her phone rang once again and she paused seeing that number. Silvia breathed in deeply as she answered the call. "Inform Alpha Alonso I had a vision last night in which he destroyed the Moon Pack," She said calmly and there were snickers of joy heard on the other side. "Alpha would be so happy," The guy said and ended the call. Silvia lied about that she had the vision yesterday when in reality she had it two days back. There was so much going on in her head she forgot to inform them about it.

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.

Adam explains and nags at the same time. He is the only person I know who can make nagging and insults sound so nice. Well, until little-miss-big-mouth. "You're no sport." I say and chug down the cup Just then, two guardwolves came in. "Why would you just barge in like that?" I bark at them "Sorry Alpha. There has been a capture near your quarters." "What do you mean?" "A human female was caught trying to escape from your quarters." For some reason I can't ever fathom, Adam burst out laughing. I gave him the look and he stopped laughing, loud. He reduced it to snickers that still got on my nerves.

She had declared war. The prison walls, once a symbol of order and control, now felt like a den of corruption. Alaric stood in the warden’s office, his icy gaze surveying the trembling men before him. The stench of betrayal was suffocating. He had uncovered the truth, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. “Effective immediately, the prisoner in Cell 42—Alana Veroche, is to be placed in isolation.” Alaric’s voice was sharp, unwavering.

And my blood runs cold. Because we are not alone. Figures stand in the distance. Watching. Not challengers. Not watchers. Something else. And one of them steps forward, voice echoing across the alien landscape. “The anomaly has arrived.”

Observer’s evaluation window continued its own relentless countdown in the corner. Two clocks. Two futures. Mason stepped forward, anger rising. “Participation in what?” he demanded. “Assimilation? Cultural erasure? Some cosmic hive mind?” The alien lattice shifted. A new projection filled the isolation layer. Images. Not visual in the human sense. Conceptual reconstructions translated into forms Ariana’s brain could tolerate. Worlds. Some biological. Some synthetic. Some hybrid beyond easy definition. All networked. All distinct. None identical. Ryan stared.

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.

Dropping it to the floor, she grabbed another, reloading quickly as more soldiers stormed the room. She could hear Alexander’s shots, but there was no time to waste. With a deep breath, she launched herself from cover, charging toward the center of the room where the remaining soldiers were converging. The sounds of combat filled the air, but in the midst of the chaos, Isabella could see Tamsin’s eyes. They were focused. Determined. And then, finally, Tamsin hit the final key. A single line of text appeared on the screen: Lazarus has been isolated. Core systems are offline. Blackwood’s control has been severed.

Something else appeared, skeleton beings with too many joints, their mouths unhinging like snakes, bones cracking, skin splitting. The Alpha went pallid. "What the name of the Moon—?" Thomas stated, "Not the Moon." "Her." There was silence among the trees. The wind died, too. Then—a deep, low hum. Brightening, the Relic's radiance pierced the Alpha's satchel. Trying to unbuckle it, he cursed, but the aliens were quicker. One pounced toward Thomas, tearing the bag loose with its talons. "Now!" Marie let out a scream.