Alien X Predator Novels & Stories

I gawked at Arlo, “Arlo, please tell me everything you know about Alex's predators.” “Apex Predators are beings that occupy the highest position in power, strength, and abilities, making it the most feared and respected hunter. They possess abilities that surpass those of other supernatural creatures.” Arlo explained. “Other supernatural beings fear and respect an Apex Predator, often avoiding confrontations or showing deference. They can also adapt to various environments and situations, making them formidable opponents in any setting.” I nodded in understanding, “Thank you.” “Where's Gemma?” I asked calmly, trying not to think to avoid Arwan reading my thoughts.

Being captured The year on earth is 3125 a.d. Aliens exist and the species that have controlled the past fifty years are not friendly and think of us humans as merely free range cattle. They love to drink human blood and some consume our flesh. The earth's governments discovered the invaders that called themselves Demirkans. They were reptilian like humanoids. I just call them bloodsucking scum. I'm Zax Derix, an eighteen year old half human male currently sitting in my hideout within a cave in Yellowstone National Park. It's 2:30 a.m,

I was disappointed however to find out that their looks couldn't be compared. While the newcomer had a face with graceful looks and charm to melt your panties like your typical playboy, Lykos had a dangerous aura of a stalking predator, his steely gaze could very well send you to the depths of hell of you needed it to save you. He put the word ‘Apex’ in Apex predator. That was him. "I'm Axel, Lykos' best friend and Beta, and you must be..." I briefly glanced at Lykos. He didn't look like he wanted the introduction but this wasn't about him. My only mission was to earn my place in his pack not worm my way in because I was affiliated with him.

Axel’s sharp hearing picked up the faint rustle of leaves before he turned his gaze toward the intruder. His keen eyes focused on the man holding a weapon that gleamed under the dim light of the moon filtering through the estate’s tall windows. The man smirked, raising the gun toward Axel, his finger brushing the trigger. “They warned me about you, Alpha,” the attacker sneered. “But I’ve got something special. One shot and even your kind won’t survive; Marshall sends his regards.”

Alpha Axel stalked towards them slowly, with a predatory pace, his cold eyes scanning each of them as if searching for an excuse to unleash fury on them. He breached the remnants of the protective circle, his towering frame looming over me as he bent low, his hands stretching forward, sweeping my hair out of the way to see my battered face. His gaze bore into me, his eyes piercing and cold, before his lazy voice drawled out in an indifferent tone. “Is she dead?” For a second or two, silence pervaded the surroundings. Then, as if suddenly realizing that Alpha Axel was a potential buyer, the leader of the slave traders regained his previous courage, which had disappeared when Alpha Axel came o

I wasn't having it any longer. That was when Archie ran in, panting. She froze seeing the gun. And following Norris's line of sight, her gaze fell upon me. Then back to Alpha Norris and me again. "If she dares to shift, I swear by the Luna I will blow her fucking brains off. Trust me" he snarled. I'd never heard him speak in such an acidic tone. But it was too late, I reckoned. I heard Arcie scream. "Ava no!"

Axel met his gaze head on, his eyes burning with a determination I've never seen him emanate before. "She's leaving with me," Axel said stepping forward until he and Hunter were looking eye to eye. Though they stood approximately with the same whooping 6'4 height, you could tell who has the most power emanating from him through his aura. Amy fanned her face with her hand, shaking her head at the two men fighting silently in a stupid staring bottle. "Forget them, you're coming with me. Alpha gifted me with my very own bughati the other day, might as well take her for a ride?" She winked at me and I giggled.

It was the werewolf way, especially when faced with a strong and stubborn opponent, the kind who could make you look weak if you didn’t show him what for. Biting back the urge to tell the truth, that he didn’t have a father, he instead growled, “Axel Hale, the traitor of Silverdale.” His heart hammered, praying that these wolves who were clearly not only foreign to Silverdale but to the United States entirely would have no clue as to who Axel Hale actually was. Hopefully, to them, his name was that, just a name. The man’s green eyes seemed to darken as he scrutinized Jason. Then in an instant, he nodded his head and the werewolves at either side of him made their first attack.

Except now. I turned my head away from him so he couldn’t read the worry in my eyes. It was there, eating away at me but when we’d come across the wolf lounging in the clearing, I started to act. This was normal. This was our job. Alexander was one of the greatest werewolf hunters in the world and I was supposed to follow in his footsteps. Evangeline Delacorte was supposed to exceed her father’s expectations and she had for years.

The sounds of battle outside made my heart race, but nothing came near the room. Until the door opened again. I stopped breathing. Footsteps. Two sets. I recognized them instantly. Alpha Xavier and Luna Aliyah. I peeked out from the shadows, careful not to make a sound. Aliyah was injured, blood streaking her arm and thigh, her perfect hair a tangled mess. But Xavier… he looked terrible. His chest was slashed open, a deep, ugly wound still bleeding heavily. His breathing was wet and shallow. For the first time, the terrifying Alpha King looked painfully mortal.