Alien: Isolation Guide Novels & Stories

A low hum reverberated through the walls — the sound of systems rebooting. Then came the whisper — thousands of synchronized breaths. The remaining pods cracked open like eggshells. Figures stepped out — pale, identical, silent. All of them bore my face. My reflection multiplied into an army. Sable turned to them, raising her hand. “Rise. The new age begins.” I didn’t think — I just grabbed Isabella and ran. --- Isabella’s POV The world tilted and spun as Alexander dragged me through the collapsing tunnel. My head pounded, blood slick against my hair. Every breath burned.

“I care about getting the job done. Seraphina cannot keep talking. If she does, Lucien will start questioning things he shouldn’t.” The other guard, Lance, exchanged a look with Jax. “What exactly do you want us to do, Beta?” “I need a way in. I need a way to get to her without Lucien knowing.” Lance rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s… difficult.” “Figure it out,” I growled. “There’s always a way.” Jax took a deep breath. “There’s a shift change at midnight. For five minutes, there’s a gap when only two guards are outside the door.”

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

But before he could reach the main hallway, several tall figures suddenly appeared, crowding him backward into a dim, forgotten corner of the corridor—one of those spots no one ever bothered to look at. Confusion hit him harder than fear. He blinked up at them, registering the overwhelming wave of alpha pheromones crashing over him like thick, suffocating perfume. Even though betas didn’t have a particularly strong sense of smell for pheromones, the intensity of these scents was impossible to ignore—almost like walking straight into a field of overpowering flowers. He didn’t recognize any of them, but one stepped forward, voice low and accusing. “So you’re the Li Han who’s been bullying our

Isabelle answered with her eyes closed as she lay on the couch. “Good, good. Now I want you to focus on the sounds you hear. There’s water dripping somewhere and you can hear the drops fall and echo all around. Can you hear it?” she asked again. “Yes, I can,” “That’s good, Isabelle. Now, that dripping sound is going to stop in three seconds and when it does, you will be transported into another room where you will face your alter ego and fight for control of your mind. Are you ready?” “I’m ready,” Isabelle answered.

"ah!!!!!!!!!!" I couldn't care less about the pain coming from my calf, so I jumped up and tried to climb up, but there was no place to climb on the wall of the pit, and the only depression on it was the unreadable seal script, which seemed to become more clear after being stained with my blood. Probably too much blood loss accompanied by excessive shock, my brain began to confuse, and fell back heavily, desperately looking at the moon hanging in the night sky, cursing the son of a b***h who tricked me into coming here.

Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco were gone, their millions of inhabitants now trapped in a state of biological suspension. Killian and I stood at the edge of the dais, still connected by the silver cannula in our arms. His blood was my anchor, and my resonance was his shield. Together, we were a biological anomaly that the Palace's automated security could not categorize. We were the "Inert Variable." "Maya, Leo, Toby: listen to me!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the high-frequency shriek of the building. "Isabella is using you as a filter. She is not healing the world. She is putting it into a coma so she can harvest the silence!"

I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry. Eve quickly leaned closer and gave me a sip of water. "Don’t speak, just eat.” Her face was pale, but she forced a gentle smile. I looked up at her and whispered, "Eve, you’re alive. I’m so glad." She nodded, tears in her eyes, and tore off another piece of meat, pressing it to my lips. I clenched my mouth shut, shaking my head frantically. Eve’s gaze was firm. "Emma, you need to stay alive. There’s hope as long as you’re alive."

The metal groaned. "Sixty seconds to floor collapse," Felix said. "Isabella, the tablet. Now." He handed a device into the backseat. It was a Sterling interface, glowing with a complex wave-form. "I don't know the key," Isabella said. "You don't need to know it," I said, leaning over her. "You just need to feel it. The island. The lighthouse. The way the air felt before the explosion." "Liam, I can't." "You have to. If you don't, Sterling Tower falls, and Arthur takes the city."

Interpol’s insignia glittered faintly on their fuselages, but the true teeth inside were not their agents, it was Isla with her fire-bright eyes and Aria strapped down with wires feeding into her skull, fighting her own seizures as if she were a living conduit between life and machine. Talana’s world smelled of smoke, blood, and gasoline. Calabria burned in her bones. Every heartbeat was war. Every breath was sharpened glass. Inside the ghe lab the neural server lab was buried in the volcanic rock, a concrete bunker guarded by men with De Marco’s ghost sigil stitched on their Kevlar. Isla led the breach like a woman who had already signed her name in blood. Two silenced pistols in her hands,