Alien Isolation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Two months passed in a blur, and Theo came bouncing over to me. "Ms. Hawthorn, my dad has stripped that bad guy's status as the Alpha!" After I left, Lucas completely failed to manage his pack. He was officially removed from his position and began living life as an Omega with Finn. Isabella, on the other hand, was severely punished for possessing wolfsbane. She was locked away in the coldest and harshest prison of the Alliance. Her pup didn't survive in the end. She lost her mind, murmuring Lucas' name as she drank the remaining wolfsbane. That was how she died—alone in the dungeon.

He muttered, leaving me alone in the kitchen. Isak is such a pessimist. It’s going to be fine. We’ve been friends for centuries. If the hatred between our species can’t stop our friendship, a single human female sure the fuck can’t. I will admit that the sooner this bet is resolved, the better. Albert needs blood from the vein before he takes that attitude out on someone less forgiving than us. I’ll need to find a better way to get close to her. Perhaps that roommate of hers, Pamela, will be helpful.

Alpha Sebastian POV Alanis looks so broken as she leaves with Luna Kate. I am not sure if it is because she wanted to meet her parents or just the thought that someone took them and made a choice for her. Maybe we can find Jasmine and at least give her that. She was already on edge after meeting Iris with Conrad at the packhouse. She does not need anything more stress to add to her worry.

The pillow retained a faint trace of warmth, but the man who had been there was gone. With a soft “thud,” Alia flopped back onto the bed and curled herself tightly into the blanket, memories of last night flooding her mind—Marcellus’s deep voice, his tender and resolute gaze, the way he touched and held her… and those unspeakable moments she could barely fathom. Such intimacy was something entirely foreign to her. In her past life as a thief, she had lived a life of sharp blades and vengeance, a life where there was no room for moments like these. But last night had turned her world upside down. A mix of shyness and lingering sensations swirled inside her, leaving her face so red she could a

“All I can focus on is him dying. Malashcar. If we end him, we end this. The hybrids. The fear. The secrets. All of it. Once he’s gone, the rest… I can deal with the rest.” Mom’s voice stayed gentle. “And if Winter finds out before then? From someone else?” I clenched my jaw. “She won’t.” Isla’s voice cut in from across the blanket. “She will. Eventually.” She sat with her legs crossed, picking at a sandwich she wasn’t eating. “People always do.” I looked at her. “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.” “I promised I wouldn’t tell her myself.” Isla met my eyes, steady, tired. “But I’m tired of lying too, Tyron. I’m tired of pretending Ayila doesn’t have a father who lives in the same house

I could see the individual pores on Noah’s skin, the frantic beat of the pulse in his neck. Show him, a voice in my head whispered. It wasn't my voice. It was ancient. It was her. "I, Isla Montgomery," I began, my voice echoing off the stone walls of the courtyard with a strange, metallic resonance, "confirm the rejection of Noah Prescott. I am no longer his mate. I am no longer his wife. And I am no longer your victim." "You can't do that!" Noah screamed. "The assets—the money—" "The money is gone, Noah," I said.

Aliya When I woke up I realized I was alone. Thank god for that, I am not sure I could face Brayden this morning. I have no idea what the fuck has gotten into me lately. All I can think about is having my way with him. I was never like this before. I know that we as wolves are very sexual and I know the fae can be just as bad. Angels can go either way, but the way I have been acting is definitely out of the norm. I grab a shirt, which happens to be Brayden’s, and walk into the bathroom. I link Dr Nelson asking if I can talk with her today. Normally I would go to Dr Branson but not with this kind of talk. I need a woman’s opinion and knowledge. I step out of the shower and quickly

"The power. It's getting stronger every day. And I'm starting to understand what I could do with it." The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. "What do you mean?" Father asked. Aisla smiled, and for the first time since I'd known her, it was scary. "I mean I could make all of you love me. Really love me. Not just pretend because of the mate bond." She looked straight at me. "I could make you choose me over Elaria. Over job. Over everything." "You wouldn't," I breathed. "Wouldn't I? I'm tired of being the one who doesn't matter. Tired of being the one everyone wants to get rid of."

I managed to hold on for a few years, but I was close to giving up a few times. Not only that, but Isla was Bastien’s mate! The one chosen for him specifically, only to have her ripped away in the worst possible way. There is no way a wound like that could ever heal. “So the Popov Alphas have a history with your family, then?” I say in a low voice. “Bastien didn’t look tortured at all.”

“She’s got you there, bro.” Zion groaned and dropped his head back against the couch. “Fine. Maybe I did mention an island.” Xalia gasped dramatically. “Wait. Can I come live on the island?” “No,” Zion answered immediately. “What?!” “It’s her island.” “Rude.” “Extremely.” Tovar wrapped an arm around Xalia’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, babe. If he buys her an island, I’ll buy you the neighboring one.” “Oh, now we’re talking,” Xalia declared.