Alien: Isolation Guide Novels & Stories

A glowing red prompt pulsed at the center of the screen, waiting for biometric input. “Once we’re in the records room, you press that,” Sonia instructed. “It won’t upload until the scanner reads the right print.” Alex hesitated. “And if it doesn’t?” “It will,” Eric said. They all went quiet. In the distance, a bell rang midnight. Time cracked open. “Go,” Isla urged, pulling her scarf up over her face and slipping out through the far exit toward the dormitory hallways, where she’d set the distraction. She moved like a whisper, fading into darkness.

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."

They needed to keep moving, to find ways to get out of the area. Anna guided Luna through the forested area until they reached a tiny clearing. Their movements were muted by a thick layer of fallen leaves beneath their feet. Luna couldn't ignore the feeling that they were being watched, but she knew Anna would keep them safe. A large, gnarled oak stood in the center of the clearing, shimmering in the moonlight. Anna approached the tree and spoke inaudibly beneath her breath. The trunk of the tree suddenly broke open, revealing a hidden corridor.

His lips curved in a wicked promise, full and tempting. "Watch me while I heal you, Elowen. If you close them or look away, I'll start over. And if I have to start over... I'll drag you to the red room, and you won't leave until I say whenever." Terror and thrill twisted in my gut, my pussy clenching at the threat. Death by rogue exile or by his hands—either way, I was doomed. "Is that clear?" "Yes, Alpha." My voice came out as a whisper, laced with surrender.

I can hide you! I drag him with me, and while he keeps growling, he doesn’t try to pull away from me. However, as I take him inside the animal shelter, I know his pursuers aren’t idiots. If they’re nonhuman, they’ll know exactly where he went. I shove the Alpha behind the counter, where he slumps to the paneled floor, his breathing harsh. Then, I grabbed two of the new scalpels that just arrived this morning. Ricky hasn’t had the chance to put them away yet.

She bumped into my shoulder with such force that if it hadn’t been for one of my brothers, I would have fallen to my knees in the middle of the room. “Sit down, sister, Dad wants to have a very awkward conversation and…” “Baha, don’t interrupt our negotiation, your dear sister needs to be aware of her mission.” “Sorry,” he responded after bowing his head in reverence to the elder. I looked at everyone with immense fear, even though my father used such an affectionate term in relation to his daughter. “Dear,” he said. “Father,” I spoke with a trembling voice. “Our existence is in serious danger, my beloved Luna. We need your surrender to calm the Alpha who has taken refuge in the North Pole.”

My eyes were glued to the window as we started moving. The road was long and winding, cutting through barren, empty landscapes. “Not much to look at,” I muttered, half to myself. “It’s always been like this,” the guide said from the front seat. “The Astral Pack is very… isolated.” “Perfect place to trap someone,” I said bitterly, my hands clenching into fists. Adam shot me a look but didn’t say anything. He was just as tense as I was, his jaw tight as he stared out the window.

Later that night, the rogue had a messenger deliver a bottle of medicine. "Once you drink this, the bond between you and Alpha Ian will be completely severed, and it can never be restored." I tipped my head back and swallowed the entire thing in one gulp. My wolf let out a mournful howl as my heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. The entire world lost its color and became a strange, grey place. I was drenched in cold sweat as I lay beside the Sacred Spring, clenching my teeth against the pain tearing through my body.

"You just survived a possession, Isabella. Your internal core is completely dry." "It’s not dry," I whispered, leaning into the volatile warmth radiating from the fresh mark on my neck. "You filled it." We burst through the heavy double doors of the lower isolation ward, the air transitioning instantly from smoke to the cold scents of zinc and damp earth. The long hallway was entirely empty, though the heavy thud of boots from the floors above told us the tracking teams were closing the gap.

She looked back at the screen, where Julian was staring at Miller's gun, his face white but his eyes showing no fear at all. Then the main console made a loud final sound and a new message appeared on the screen: PHYSICAL EXPULSION INITIATED. CORE ISOLATION REQUIRES MANUAL TERMINAL SACRIFICE. PRESS ENTER TO SEAL THE VAULT PERMANENTLY, OR EXTRICATE SUBJECT IMMEDIATELY. If Elara pressed enter, the vault doors would trap her inside the cold room with the data but her mother would be safe. If she did not press enter the doors would open the guards would kill Julian and the Sterling company would erase them both.