Alien Tale Novels & Stories

“And restart this evening.” “Heath Gale,” Heath introduced himself. “Aislen Carter, and Samuel on the roof. I am the lead alpha of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth’s Triquetra, and Aislen is our female mate. Samuel is her guardian, as she is blessed by the Moon Goddess.” “It’s really complicated,” Aislen added when she saw the confusion on the soldier’s faces. “It’s a really complicated introduction.” “The Van Helsing base is calling for updates,” a soldier exited the house. “We’d best move out.”

Her reflection shimmered faintly in the ink beneath her feet, but it wasn’t quite her—her hair floated weightlessly, her eyes glowed faintly white, and her tattoos moved like living constellations. “So this is where it began,” she whispered. A voice answered—not one, but many, layered and ancient. “Where you began. Where all stories find their first breath.” A figure stepped out of the mist—neither male nor female, but shifting, their form composed of fluid light and dark. Around them, a quill hung suspended in the air, its tip dripping molten silver. “Are you the Creator?” Ayla asked. The being smiled faintly. “Once. Until you took my place.”

Alayna clearly felt the need for stealth, and readiness was not particularly needed as she walked down the path with her arms crossed behind her head whistling a lively tune completely unfazed by what would normally be an eerie atmosphere. "I remember you rose up from the river and went BOOM! and then Tay Tay went awoo! And the golems dropped down from the sky like meteors and started lulking around like this!" Vale announced giving her narration of the battle in Taiga forest, walking with her arms held straight out the side and from the elbow down pointed straight at the ground. Much like impersonating someone who's arms are as big as an average torso.

Questions and exclamations filled the air, and Angel struggled not to cringe under the scrutiny of the entire pack. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself? she asked herself. She was surprised when Layon ignored the pack and wandered over to nuzzle his snout into her cheek, offering her a lick before he turned and began to shift back into his human form. Fearful of their gazes, Angel remained in wolf form, pressing herself against Layon's bare leg even as he addressed the pack. "Angel Hale is the traitor's daughter no more! She is my mate, the mate of the next pack alpha!"

They even took me on trips to help me heal. For the next six months, I traveled with them in search of peace. After settling down, I found a job in the Moonlight Pack and started focusing on building my career. One day while I was working, the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack approached me. He studied me carefully. "It's been a long time," he said. I stared at him, confused. I had no memory of this man. "It's okay if you don't remember. You will someday," he said, his voice low and his gaze suddenly deep and intense.

I added. Taelin is right this goes deeper and further back than any of us know about.

"Good morning Alpha and Beta." He leads us to their living room where Alyssa is crying into her mother's arms, probably expecting to be banned from the pack. "Please." Her mother says in a begging tone. "She didn't think that she did anything wrong with taking that picture. Our families have been in this pack for generations."

**LEON** After Lucien fell asleep and I put him to bed, I went home. So much on my mind, so much to do. Talon Rodriguez, the Alpha of Black Night pack. He comes from a long line of cruel and disgusting Alpha’s but the word through the pack grape vine, Talon has no crimes against him. All the previous Alpha’s of the Black Night Pack were cruel to their Luna’s. Treating them as property, as items that can be used for the production of heirs, abused at their will.

, Al did not wait for his answer and walked out of the dingy motel quite far from the town. He missed his carefree life, his family. Why did this happen to him? How did his life turn out like this? He muffled a scream, he missed his wolf. His phone dinged. He decided to ignore it but eventually took out the phone and glanced at the notification. His stomach twisted uneasily, a heavyweight setting in his heart. Drake had texted.

A golden thread connecting us, vibrating with her terror. "I don't know her name," I said, clutching the dirt. "But she is mine." "Yours?" Carlos froze, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Mate," I growled. "She is my fated mate." Carlos's eyes widened. He knew what that meant. Logan hadn't just kidnapped a random girl. He had declared war on an Alpha. He had stolen the one thing in this world I would burn everything to get back. "He took her to Port Alvarez," I said, sitting up. The wounds on my back were already knitting together, the itch of supernatural healing driving me forward. "He has a harem there."