Alien Xenomorph Books Novels & Stories

She had no idea where he was going with this, but if it made him feel better to continue down this path, then so be it. “A mutant is a human with altered genetics.” “Is a zombie a human?” “Hell, no. It just looks like one, but all of humanity is gone from it.” “What color do humans bleed?” “Red,” she said with raised brow as she looked over to where the zombie lay. “That’s purple blood coming out of that corpse, is it not?” “You’ve made your point,” Olga snapped. Rex looked at his friend long and hard. “I’ve never killed a human. Mutant or otherwise. Don’t ever accuse me of it again.”

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Was someone trying to tell me something? I picked up the opened book and studied the page. It was written by a woman in Australia who claimed to have been in contact with a pack of werewolves who’d allowed her to study them. I remembered how a good deal of it had sounded so farfetched that I’d closed the book with disdain. Now, after having dealt with and dissected one of those vile creatures, I re-read the pages with more interest and a far more opened mind. After leaning against my desk and reading a few more pages, I decided to pick up the rest of the mess that was caused by Max and my little sex tryst and then take the book upstairs with me. I was craving a sandwich and a glass of wi

Axel whispered near my ear unexpectedly, making me flinch at the warmth of his breath against my skin and accidentally drop the crystal to the ground. My ears turn red as images of that ‘hallucination’ of Brock forcing himself on me appeared simultaneously inside my mind. I shiver. That’s disgusting! I groaned and shook my head, trying to rid the goosebumps on my skin as I imagine the horror that were to come if Brock did touch me in any way. “Stop creeping up to me!” I tell him, annoyed, and he raises his hands beside his face in surrender. I looked down and crouched to retrieve the crystal when not too far from me I saw a book drop to the floor in front of two legs.

There was an inkpot with a quill and a few parchments scattered here and there with a few books. I brought the torch near the desk. The names of the books read as: Celestial rules of stars and planets. Cosmic biology of wormholes and black holes. Composition and types of dark matter. Components of darkness and light. The bookmarks were scattered here and there and it seemed as if someone had stopped noting down some points in a hurry and left and never returned. I ran my fingers over the books and a series of memories started flashing in my head. The last time Derek used those books was right before he went on to face my father, ultima Damen. That made sense because after that my father kill

“I only heard of him. His name is Grimm and he’s a vampire.” Great, another supernatural creature I had to watch out for. Aunt Nancy laughed and I could tell she read my thoughts. Grimm was indeed scary, but something about him just screamed sexy to me. He was not ugly at all and just like Dominic, he was really tall. He had a thin black shirt on that hugged his perfectly shaped abs well. He had on baggy black jeans with some combat boots on. He looked dressed up for a fight. His hair was in a messy bun and his claws were long like he knew what was going to happen between them.

But once the beast in him had awoken, he turned different. And it scared the shit out of her. She'd be sure to stay clear from poking his wrong buttons. To avoid gazing into those terrifying red orbs. A month ago she'd lived freely and done things according to the way she saw fit, two weeks ago, she worked at a mind blowing research lab with her heroine, everything seemed to be going perfectly, until she came face to face with the sinfully sexy and deadly Lucas Forsythe. Maybe this was the reason Anne locked him up. Maybe she knew the threats he posed to the entire human race.

Not just words spilling out this time. Scenes. Creatures. Hazards. One thick volume labeled CASTLE HAZARDS struck a stone, flipped open, and vomited a swarm of translucent, wailing shapes—castle ghosts, their eyes hollow, fingers like icicles. They shrieked and arrowed toward us in a ragged storm. Another book, NEON DRONE PATTERNS, burst against a fallen shelf. Drones extruded from the pages like wasps from a nest, metal bodies shining, eyes already lighting up with target locks.

“It’s stale. No oxidation, no movement. Time isn’t running here. It’s… stalled.” “Timeline magic doesn’t stall,” Xander corrected, his breath ghosting vapor in the silver air. “It fractures... and the fractures are sharp.” He squinted at the spiral of shelves. “It smells of ancient things. But it also smells of blood that hasn’t dried in a thousand years.” Selene stepped out from behind a pillar-sized bookshelf, her hand pressed over her mouth. Her pragmatic nature was momentarily overcome. “It’s a library,” she whispered, her voice immediately muffled by the dead acoustics. “But the books… they aren’t paper.”