Alien Xenomorph Books Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

I stayed curled up in my room, heart thudding against my ribs like a warning drum. Two days passed in silence. Then, one lazy afternoon, I made my way to Xareth’s office. I knocked once before stepping in. The room smelled of ink and cold metal. My eyes flicked to the glass cabinet behind him, and there it was. The living book. Just sitting there, in a cage. “What is it?” Xareth asked, his tone clipped. “I’ve finished all the books in my room,” I said with practiced calm. “I was wondering if I could get more.”

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

Possibly even the same advanced zombies who’d gone to Megan’s store earlier that day. I held my breath and waited for the elevator to move before I tiptoed down the remaining steps. Crouching low, I peered into the darkened foyer and adjacent hall for signs of more bodies moving about. When I didn’t see any, I raced to my medical office and pulled open the cabinet where I kept the recently amply stocked supply of GHB and filled three syringes with it. Not knowing how many were in the house, I stuffed a few viles of it in my robe pocket, along with a few empty syringes. If need be, I could always reuse a syringe. It wasn’t like I needed to worry about contamination with these animated dea

He ordered when he saw us taking a step forward to approach him. We stayed where we were as he got down on the floor to get a better look at the book. His hands were mostly covered in bandages so he simply reached for the book as we all watched in anticipation. I had half expected something sinister to crawl out of the book but no such thing happened. He simply touched the leather cover of the book and ran his finger over the spine. The bandages on his hand came in handy as he did not touch the book directly. “Yes, just like I predicted, it has turned into the book of the dark” Xenos spoke grimly while trying not to touch the book.