Alien X Omniverse Novels & Stories

I didn't know that Axel mind-linked the doctor, informing him about the same until the doctor came out of the room once again and sighed, "We need to reach out to all the hospitals in the nearby packs. And I suggest you reach out to alphas and find out if they have an 'O' negative blood group. An alpha's blood will heal him fast." O negative... "I am O negative... And an alpha female too..." I told the doctor whose brows raised in amusement, "But you don't have a wolf..." "I know what it is... I will never risk my mate's life," I said while looking straight into his eyes. He gazed at Axel and Nick for confirmation who nodded their heads. "Our Luna is the very best that we have. Way better th

She is definitely not a human, and he never heard about a world called the human world. "You came from a world where only humans reside?" he comprehends that much by the name she has given to that mysterious world. Iris slowly nodded her head, as her hope began to drain out of her heart by the look of confusion in his eyes. Ojas is confused. He knows that Iris belongs to a race named as the skipper seers. The people of her race have the ability to travel from one world to another in a blink of an eye. They used to live in their own kingdom, but the Nephilim began to hunt them down and now their race is on the verge of extinction. He knows about the skipper seers because only they can withsta

"The planet I come from is called Xaanda. It is larger than your planet, with two suns and three moons. We've been space-farers for quite some time now, and our explorations brought us in contact with a planet of beings who thought to conquer us. They released a deadly virus on our world, one that killed almost all of our females, and many of those that survived ended up barren. Our numbers dwindled drastically, especially after we took our revenge, our race heading toward sure extinction, for we did not have enough women left to mate with, not to mention the violence and fighting that went on over who would breed with the survivors." Maya listened in horrified fascination. The concept of ki

and then it was time to admit, "we are werewolves." Upon hearing that, Logan covered his lips in shock. He could see right through the absurdity of it all. A tail, snout, and sharp teeth, and his ultra-acute hearing. Outside of animals, who could possess a tail? It took him a few minutes to come out of this shock. Rae waited for a few seconds before he continued. "There is a caste difference between your mother and I. I am the alpha while Ava is an omega." "Like the wolves, the alpha?" Afterwards, the youngster recalled the bedtime stories I had read to him. Stories about werewolves, in which the dominant character was always the strongest and occasionally the most vicious. It all seemed to

Every siren, every shout, every frantic heartbeat in the Bay Area fed into his Alpha-senses. "We need to understand the Process of the Shift," Xander said, turning back to the group. "If it keeps thinning at this rate, by the end of the year, there won't be a 'supernatural' world and a 'human' world. There will just be one world, and it will be loud enough to kill anyone who isn't prepared." Emma was at the drafting table, but she wasn't painting with oils. She was using a localized "Aether-Brush," capturing the literal ripples in the air of the penthouse.

Then he dipped his head in the briefest show of respect. “Alpha Damien.” I moved to the sideboard and poured a second glass. I held it out to him with a small tilt of my chin. “Drink with me, Lior.” He shook his head and stayed rooted near the door. “I’m sorry, Alpha Damien, but I cannot stay long. I only came to inform you of something really important.” I kept the glass extended for another beat before I set it down and leaned back against the desk. “Speak then.” Lior’s voice dropped lower and carried a careful weight. “Anya returned to Crescent Moon for a reason beyond sentiment. She came for her mother’s book; The Codex Lunaris. From all indications the book has something to do with her

Mara groaned dramatically and flopped backward across the mattress. “Of course we can’t. Because why would life ever let us breathe? One homicidal pack takeover wasn’t enough…we’ve also got VORTEX and their pet monsters chasing us.” Damon didn’t look amused. His voice simply stayed firm and steady. “We’re dealing with two enemies now. Draco… and VORTEX. Staying in a human hotel is a temporary shield at best. Once either side picks up our scent, this place will instantly become a death trap.” Mara sat up again and crossed her legs.

He clutched a tactical slate that was nothing but a screen of gray static. "The Admin is offline, Phoenix. Not just Kael. The entire hierarchy. The biological command frequency has been deleted from the species' DNA. There is no more Alpha. There is no more Omega. There is only... the wild." I looked at Marek. In the old world, the sight of me would have forced his throat to the stone. Now, he looked at me and bared his teeth. He didn't smell like loyalty. He smelled like five centuries of pent-up, unlearned hunger.

He makes Ali and Cecilia saints. “I am Xena, Mother Luna of the X-pack. I…” “Southern hemisphere,” trust Xylon to correct me. “Xylon!” Amy exclaims. “What? All the packs gave her the universal citizenship,” he responds defensively. “It must be on record in case we all die here.” I shake my head and proceed. “Anyway, this is my mate, Father Alpha Xael. I have not yet discovered what kind of a breed he is, but he is kind awesome.”

I have helped him as well, Alexis said. What is going on out there? I asked. Open your eyes and look. I turned and looked… Dear God… I should not have looked. I should not have allowed myself to see the carnage as heads exploded over and over while people screamed and tried to run. But there was no place to run because the screams were coming from everywhere—from this room and from above. The Omicrons had arrived. Alexis held a protective arm around me. Paul had transformed and had become a Hybrid, towering over the Neratomay at seven feet tall, slashing with claws that were deadly sharp.