Alien: Isolation Guide Novels & Stories

Calum Beauchamp (On Comms): One klick, two minutes. Halo Noel: Maintain radio silence. We know Ali has access to technology he only needs generators to run, even out here in the jungle. --

Wilbur asked. Isabella was taken aback as she measured Wilbur from head to toe. After a long time, she slowly said, "Fine, I'll be your guide. Let me see what the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense is capable of." After that, Isabella immediately ordered her subordinates to fill the trunk of her car with water and military rations, as well as a few buckets of gasoline. "Shall we?" Isabella got into the car, looking at Wilbur and Ryder calmly.

“Don’t you dare take him with you.” I pressed my palm to the main console, forcing the system to recognize my voice command. “Override protocol. Isolate human consciousness.” For a moment, there was silence. Then the lights dimmed, and the familiar voice returned, softer now, feminine. > “Override acknowledged. Isolating consciousness signature: Gloss.”

Her fingers lock on to my hand, pulling me towards the bar as the others move between the humans, trying to get to me. Mel pushes me through a door and then into another room, locking each one behind us. “You need to mask!” “I don’t know how.” “Bring forward your vamp side,” she pushes me through another door. This time exiting us into a back alley. “Here, drink this,” she shoves something into my hand. A small vial of blood. “I can’t” “Trust me Aria, I am just like you and we need to go now.” She doesn’t give me time to think. Snatching the vial out of my hand and forcing it in my mouth. The moment the blood hits my tongue, my fangs descend. Wasting no time, Mel leads me to a car.

​The heavy steel bulkhead of Armored Isolation Vault 03 thrummed with a low, menacing vibration that rattled the rusted floor grating beneath Vivian’s boots. On the severed terminal screen, the manual override signature of Commander Garrett Cross’s rogue son blinked like a toxic green scar. ​TIME REMAINING: 21 MINUTES, 48 SECONDS.

It had an address scrawled on it. 42 River Road. Catskill Mountains. "Alone," Isabella said. "No Liam. No Marcus. No FBI. Just you and me. The Architect and the Arsonist." She lowered the paper. "You have twenty-four hours," Isabella said. "After that... I might not be lucid. Or I might just decide to burn the last chapter." She smiled again. It was a skull's smile. "Come see me, Aurora. Let's finish the story."

“I know you’re still in there, Isabelle. I said to her as I walked carefully up to her, “You have to fight this. “At this moment, Isabelle is unable to hear you. Namek looks at me and adds, “I have total control over her body.” I gritted my teeth and walked up to her, saying, “I won’t let you hurt her.” “I understand; that’s what makes this so enjoyable. Namek grinned and said, “You should worry more about yourself, but you would never hurt your little mate. The ground vibrated as Namek pulled open a gateway to the prison realm, and she muttered, “Va so yes ma ni… Vey ze elí zey e lí zey…” A massive creature formed and made out of darkness emerged from the portal, stand ing between me and my

Alexander holds his face in both hands, lips dragging against one another in a heated hurry. Falling into Alexander's apartment is easy. Adom manages to keep his hands occupied by fiddling with Alexander's rings so he doesn't jump the other man in the elevator ride up. Alexander hugs him from behind as they walk towards the apartment door, waddling a bit as they go. Adom keys in the code and opens the door, the dark entrance greeting them. Adom takes in the quiet space, lit only by the lone moon in the sky as Alexander takes his shoes off behind him. "Hey," Alexander returns to his back once more, nosing at the scent glands on Adom's neck. He wraps both arms around Adom's middle and runs his

Lady Verya threatened me, her voice laced with malice. I nodded and walked out, feeling a little overwhelmed. Immediately, I opened the door and stepped out of the kitchen, and I knew I was totally screwed. I walked slowly up the stairs to the Alpha's chambers. I tiptoed so as not to alert the Alpha of my presence as my legs touched the stairs. One thing was sure today. I was going to die or probably punished. My body was too tired already. I just want to leave this palace.

The mechanized voice of the base AI coldly counted down the milliseconds to atomic vaporization, an emotionless metronome to their impending execution. Isabella clutched Julian’s heavy tactical vest, her heart hammering a terrifying, syncopated rhythm against his. "He’s in the primary reactor control room!" she rasped, coughing violently as the steam burned her throat. "He locked us out of the network, but the manual control rods are entirely mechanical! If we sever the primary drive shaft, the rods drop into the core!"