Alien Tale Novels & Stories

However, my breath hitches when I feel Lord Owen pause, because his fingers clutches around my neck in a swift move. He tugs me up and pushes me toward the nearby wall, making sure that I could feel the sharp pain when my back landed against it. As I wince, my mouth shivers from the pain coursing through my whole being. I nearly do not even hear him as he grits out his warning. “Never let your tongue slide out the name ‘Lyn’, or else I will kill you… and torture you even in the underworld.” ***** “Smile, Allegra. You should hold a cheerful countenance as a noble’s daughter.”

The battle ended with dead rogues lying on the ground. Blood soaked the grass. The pack dragged the bodies away, but their words still echoed in Elara’s head. The human Luna is the key. Elara sat on the cold earth, her body still weak from the strange light. Her hands shook. She wanted to believe it was a dream, but Damien’s stare told her it was real. He stood near her, shirt torn, golden eyes burning. “Get her inside,” he ordered Kael. His voice was sharp, but his hand touched her shoulder softer than before. “She doesn’t stay out here.”

Dalia! Tommy! Ramil!" exclaimed Aleah in surprise as she stepped out of the car, her expression shifting from confusion to delight upon seeing the three eagerly waiting by the door of Hunter’s house in the Astral Guardians compound. She had barely taken a step when the sound of the gate opening drew her attention—it was Rafael. Not surprising, she thought. Rafael was always around Hunter, and it wouldn’t be shocking to learn his house was also within the compound. His presence there only added to her growing curiosity.

~Rory~ While Elijah was getting ready for bed, I read through the files I have about Hickman. Things such as where he lives, who he’s living with, what he does in his free time, and even who he associates himself with when he’s not at school. ‘I had to do something productive,’ I thought, to ease the dreadful image of the redhead drowning in my head. Elijah told me her name was Tala, a fae like Ali. He promised to tell me more about her and my vision tomorrow after I rested. It’s not something I would want to hear, that’s for sure.

Bring no Alpha, no king, no elder, no servant, and no crown. The last line was written darker, as if the blood had thickened before the message ended. If you are not alone by moonrise, Tala dies wearing your mother’s name on her tongue.

Others cradled infants whose eyes glowed faintly silver. Talia’s breath caught. “They’re not coming from outside.” “No,” a familiar voice answered. “They’re being born in.” Alina stepped into the dream beside her. She wore no armor, carried no blade. Her open palm glowed with the same crescent mark that burned over Talia’s chest. The sight steadied her more than it should have. The ground is split between them. Dark water surged up, smooth as glass, forming a mirror. In it, Talia saw herself—older, crowned, blood staining her hands in patterns she didn’t yet understand. Not slaughter. Judgment. Choice.

Alpha Kyrian replied to Lyla who was now up and dressing herself up. "I will be going down to Mt.Gardesh, with some of our soldiers. I will take Abel along so your mind will be at rest. "Mt.Gardesh? What for? Did something happen? And where is the place? Can't I follow you?" Alpha Kyrian asked so many questions at the same time as he was scared of losing Lyla the second time. ************************************** Suddenly Tianah woke from sleep with her eyes becoming blue and as she screamed the whole foundation of the palace shook causing everyone to block their ears including Alpha Alex whose ears were now bleeding as he was fast asleep when Tianah, his Luna woke up suddenly and screamed.

“When I was barely more than a boy, on my first sacrifice to the temple, the priestess asked me what I would ask of the goddess in return for the gift of seed and blood, and I asked for love. I asked for the love of a mate. It was… Oh, I lose track and how they count the time passing seems to change with every generation of human historians, so I lose track again and again… “Perhaps twelve hundred years between, perhaps less, the years blur so much… A long time, anyway,” Talen’s eyes went to Aislen, and she thought that in a round-about way he was answering her unasked question about why he had been so defensive about the collection of his blood. Something had happened to him long before and

--- That night, beneath the light of the full moon, the ancient circle was prepared. An old stone glade beyond Eldara carved with runes, steeped in magic. Only a handful were allowed to witness: Sera, Garron, Vaelen. The rest waited within the keep tense, afraid. Aria stood at the center, bare-armed, the crescent mark blazing at her throat. Her heart raced, but her gaze was steady. Across from her, Kael approached tall, proud, the Alpha King, but stripped of his armor now. Just a man. Just Kael.

“Who would have this technology…?” “Not vampires,” Talen was shaking his head. “This technology is unfamiliar to me.” “Supernatural?” Aislen felt a thrill of hope. “A supernatural army? They’re saving children…” (And killing their parents) Talen thought grimly. (This is not good) Heath decided at the same time. (We will be blamed for this.) “They might be allies,” Aislen suggested looking between the two men. “We need all the allies that we can get.”