Alien Yautja Novels & Stories

Unable to move, I could only try and breathe and wait for whoever had thrown the bomb to appear. Despite not pressing the button, the door opened and revealed my intruder. The muscular form of a Frentin male. If I'd been able to move my mouth would have fallen open for yet another time. Frentin males were some of the most attractive aliens that our race had encountered. They were similar enough to humans that some had even crossbred with them, but they were far stronger than humans and they knew it. I was in trouble. Big trouble. "Ahhh, you must be Jet," he said as he came closer, his violet eyes looking over me. "Ross said you'd be the next pilot to come out here."

Exalia’s pov Inspite of all the happenings, Yara seemed unaffected and she began to sing. Her voice was so loud that it became so noticeable, she was trying so hard to extinguish the darkness and give way to light once more. The irony of it wall was that the creature was not affected at all, it responded, and it didn’t retreat, It became more stronger and more menacing and horrifying. It had fully evolved into its true form that looked like some sort of humanoid from another galaxy.

Amy swerved in the opposite direction to avoid being struck by the woman a second time. She glanced hard through the passenger window at the albino woman. The albino hitwoman looked like a porn actress from another world. Amy could see that the woman shared physical characteristics with Irena’s albino bodyguard, who she killed back at the auto factory. But the albino woman looked more demonic than her male counterpart. Her eyes seemed to glow brighter than the daylight. Amy did not know that the albino woman was Jenatrix. The woman she met and talked with at the car dealership. When Amy met Jenatrix, she saw her in her human form, and seeing the assassin in her true extraterrestrial form mad

she replied. “ Get ready to have your mind blown away.” he added, smirking. ~~~~~~~ Aly sat on her couch with her eyes glued to the TV. Was she seeing and hearing right? Bazyli, a multi tycoon in Greece?! How? When? The Bazyli she knew was a bartender, not what she was seeing and hearing.

"Can we trust the alpha's choices?" Alya Dawn stood at the ledge's edge, her auburn hair disheveled and damp, strands clinging to her forehead like battle scars, framing her amber eyes that burned with a fierce, unquenchable light—eyes flecked with gold that reflected her inner storm of emotions: rage at Veyra's escape boiling like the river below, profound sorrow for the dead that twisted her heart, and a steely determination to press on, tempered by the vulnerability of leadership's isolation. At twenty, her athletic frame bore the marks of the fight—scratches on her arms, her emerald tunic torn at the shoulder, blood—both her own and enemies'—staining the fabric in dark patches. Her cresc

Dyelon, Ameliah, and Mina: The fire was spreading too fast, and aliens were coming from everywhere. Dyelon was dodging and fighting off aliens left and right. He finally saw the door to the tunnel that led to the clinic. Just as he got closer to the door, it was thrown open and smoke came from the door. Dyelon heard coughing as he saw Dilara and Zyriah come out coughing and running away from the door followed by her father and his men. Dyelon shifted to his human form, and ran towards his family. Dilara spotted him and ran towards him crying.

“Do you know who we’re talking about?” “I have an idea. My sister keeps getting called by that name,” Zen informed. Yael was confused. “Why would they call the Lycan by that name?” “She’s a hybrid. She’s Lycan because of the soul that possesses her, and she’s half vampire, and half werewolf,” he clarified. His words had Willa and Yael baffled. “Who has called her Yahaira?” “Queen Hyacinth for one,” Zen responded. Yael couldn’t believe it. “My sister called yours Yahaira? Did she say anything else?”

Even though Jonea arrived an hour late, she still had the opportunity to see the appearance of Marlyn's future lover. Jonea grumbled. "No wonder Marlyn urged me to have a relationship with Aland immediately. Apparently, she fell in love with a youth from the werewolf race. A beta of Pack Yakoob." Jonea cast a glance out the taxi window. The streets are filled with colorful lights. As if the city never sleeps. In the distance, beyond a row of buildings, Jonea saw the top of a Ferris wheel whose lights were starting to go out.

Vivian's fake exterior broke, her true colors showing through. A terrifying snarl came from Aura as she turned to face her so-called stepmother. "I am not scared of you! If it wasn't for your Alpha standing there, I would drag you back to the club where you belong! Your Alpha should have rejected you as everyone else did! You should have died with your whore mother!" Vivian screamed. The light surrounding Aura grew brighter with each word Vivian spoke. I looked away as two bright beams of light came shooting from Aura's hands. Vivian screamed as her body turned to ash.

Clearly, I'm wrong. I scream against the girl's palm, trying to gather what they look like. Only their mouths and eyes are visible. They all have light eyes and full lips and are unnervingly strong. None have any discerning features, aside from the girl in front of me, who has a small white scar on her chin. "We should take her back," they say. "She may still have residual power." I'm dead. This might be it.