Alien Reader X Mga Nobela at Kwento

At night, Vale watched the city with the sleepless, predatory patience only the born-lupine possessed. Xander left the city at the end of the third winter, called up to the airborne border squads with a handshake from the High Alpha herself. He packed his battered kit and held Carolina longer than necessary. They said nothing—she, never one for goodbyes; he, knowing it was just space, not an ending. For weeks afterwards, Carolina woke to the echo of his arm around her ribs, the pillow still dented in his shape.

Then we reached the final tunnel leading outside and froze. There were already dozens of armed guards waiting. All exits were obstructed. All roads were closed. My heart dropped into my stomach seeing them. Slowly, the guards stepped aside, making room for someone. A tall figure emerged from the shadows. The moment I saw him, all the blood drained from my face. Alpha Xander. He stood there silently, so deadly and terrifying. His eyes settled on me, not with anger. Not even with rage. Something much worse, that could offer torment.

Rough. “I’ve tried to carry this alone,” he said, eyes fixed on the mountains. “But secrets… secrets become poison, especially between us.” Aria moved closer, heart tight. “Then let it go. Whatever it is—I'm here.” Xander turned to her. The mask he wore—Alpha, warrior, protector—cracked at the edges. “You know my mother died young,” he began. “You know she was a Luna wolf respected… maybe feared. But you don’t know what she did—what she gave to keep me alive.”

“No one outside the inner circle knows until the Alpha decides otherwise.” The medic nodded, pale, and stepped back. I crouched, staring at the small, bloodless incisions. Whoever had done this wasn’t sloppy. They’d been calm. Almost professional. And they did it casually, as if it was the easiest thing to do. I could feel my pulse in my throat. This wasn’t a rogue attack. It was a message. And that message came from inside the walls. “Hunter.” Xavier’s voice snapped through the air, low and controlled. I stood immediately, turning as he approached. His wolf’s aura rolled ahead of him, sharp, suffocating.

"I know you have questions. But right now, we have maybe ten minutes before Alpha arrives, and you need to be gone before that happens." "Alpha?" Albert struggled to his feet despite his wounds. "Who the hell is Alpha?" "X's enforcer. His primary weapon. Makes Thomas Kane's cybernetics look primitive." Rebecca moved to the window, checked outside. "I have been tracking X for twenty years. Staying dead so I could work against him without him knowing. But he just activated Alpha. That means endgame. That means everyone in this building dies unless we evacuate right now." "You are supposed to be dead," I said, still processing. "Marcus told me—"

My heart leapt into my throat as I screamed his name, my voice lost in the chaos. But Xander didn’t need the warning. His wolf turned sharply, his ice-blue eyes locking onto the hunter as he lunged. The man managed to fire, the dart grazing Xander's flank, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. With a guttural snarl, Xander brought the man down, his jaws closing around the hunter's shoulder and rendering him unconscious.

"Aim something sharp or heavy at the red discoloration in the liquid. We split them before they split on their own." "JP?" From the doorway to the room, a young Dagerstanteen appeared. The alien had light blond tube hair, and his blue skin had a greenish tint. He leaned on the Nebos, and his eyes were shut as if he was sleepwalking. He swayed. "Daris?" Rhylent glanced to the woozy alien and then back to the nitch. "Go get Keltrix." "And Octnavin." JP shot again. "And whoever else is around. This nitch is strong."

That didn’t mean I wanted her dead before we could have our long overdue conversation. I shook my head in pain as Star threw ball after ball of fire at Alisa. But she held on. So tough. She was going to die. And I could see it in her eyes that she knew the effects of Danica’s herbs were wearing off as Star’s magic slammed into Alia’s over and over again but she held on. “You need to go. NOW!” Xavier hissed at me as he tried to continue fighting with one arm. I watched in horror as I realized he had shifted back and been using one of his hands as a shield for the Vampire bites.

Alex said, “I’ll go try it out first. Those extraterrestrial psychos killed my best friend, so I must kill them with my own hands.” As he spoke, he took out the Xavion Sword. Just as the few were thinking about how tactful Alex was for willingly becoming the first person to take the risk, he instantly used his killer blow. The long-prepared Requiem Clock rang loudly, shocking the people’s souls. He fiercely swung the Xavion Sword at the captain. Poof! A head rushed up to the sky after it was severed by the sword.

Axel Thirty years ago, the Blood Venom pack made its first appearance in the world. Alpha Theodore Langston made all of the werewolf leaders and elders kneel before his feet, making him the strongest of them all. With his reign, the werewolf world was consumed in nothing but catastrophe and war, and many innocent lives were taken in the process. Life was covered in darkness, and werewolves started losing hope. Then one day, when death and demolition showed no signs of slowing down, a powerful Alpha stepped forward to end the destruction brought by the Blood Venom pack. With his great strength and skills, he was able to kill Alpha Theodore and bring peace to the werewolf world once again.