Alien Zim Novels & Stories

' the Phoenix wormhole, with their Falcon wormhole in the same area, the Bermuda Triangle. Frequently, the Anunnaki cloak (block) the Falcon, and then the Dracos blow it up - there are continual wars. These wormholes were part of the implant interface systems of these rival aliens, and were designed to be combined with other support systems, such as grid spikes and even government HAARP. These large grid implant systems need to be powered by the stellar activation cycles of Ascension, but they need a continuous linkage system with sufficient global coverage, and they have to be activated. The Philadelphia Experiment in 1943 was created by the Zeta-Dracos to complete their interface system by

Z-04 spoke: “Z-01 seeks all stabilizer fragments. Z-02. Z-03. Z-04. Z-01’s human prototype.” Elias’s eyes widened. “Jay… Jay is the prototype for Z-01…” Z-03 nodded deeply. “He carries the Alpha’s earliest attempt. Weak. Incomplete. It will reclaim him first.” Lena screamed: “NO!” Her pulse EXPLODED outward— Blue and gold mixed— dangerous— unstable. Z-03 instantly shielded her with its massive arm. Z-04 braced itself.

“Enough fighting, you are not children anymore.” “The thief is a child by our standards.” Aralia hissed; her eyes narrowed on me. “She’s a human given the powers of a God.” “Is she a child, though?” Tamara chuckled darkly from the couch, coughing a few times to ensure a convincing performance. “Look what she’s brought—death, and eventually, war. We were nearing peace before she showed up.” “Peace?” Adelina scoffed with her high-pitched voice. “Quiet, child.” Aralia hissed, giving Alette an icy glare. Alette tugged Adelina across the room, making me wonder how dangerous Aralia truly was. The siblings obeyed her without argument.

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."

“You, my child, are an angel, werewolf hybrid. Essentially you are part human, part wolf, and a celestial being. You made a request to leave the celestial realm to live on this earthly plane to seek your Twin Flame, as well as your fated soulmates. Zadrial made the same request, but as heir to the celestial realm, they denied her request. Zadrial has plans to take control of you wholly so she can be with her Twin Flame. She holds your angelic and wolf counterparts captive. You must break through her barrier. Don’t let her take control. I know you have more questions, but Zadrial is fighting me. I must go tell my mother and father. The power of five, along with the aid of the werewolf king, w

Alfred blinked, finally giving me an iota of attention. “Butterfly…” “Sweet Pea…” Henrik and Gunnar softly used their pet names for me, holding my hands tighter. “I am Zoe Alexandria Petridis, Beta of Nebrodi, daughter of Beta Damon Petridis and Isadora DeLuca, niece of Alpha Alec D’Amore. I do not make threats, and I make promises.” I growled, narrowing my eyes at Alfred. He was five seconds from being transported to Nebrodi as a statue on top of the SUV. And he was only getting those five seconds because Anna moved slightly into my view.

I could feel the gazes shifting between Eden and me, and I cleared my throat before pinning my hard glare on Grace to proceed. “What is she?” Chase asked with furrowed brows too, confusion bold and evident on his face. “She is a Giborim!” That explained everything! Confusion settled into the room with a haunting stance, and I shifted in my seat. “What the hell is that?” Venice asked with eyes wide. “A Giborim is a species born of two different beings! One is definitely human, and the other is a celestial being. Far greater than supernaturals and shapeshifters.”

The hall erupted. "What?" Someone exclaimed from the group. "Mate?" "His fated mate?" "The Moon Goddess paired the most powerful Alpha Zenith with a human?" "Impossible!" But Zenith didn’t bat an eye at anyone. As if he expected these reactions. Even his parents were shocked. He never mentioned this to them before. Giovanni was too shocked to say anything. Several elders stood from their seats. One council member stepped forward. "We respect your decision but Alpha Zenith, a human cannot survive Luna responsibilities!"

And I am m the last line before it breaks. Everyone else is speculating about Alejandro's mate's true identity. What they do not know is that, Zenith is human, but her blood remembers. She descends from a rare line of mystical healers: humans who could wield energy in ways not even the most gifted witches or wolves could replicate. They lived not in the heart of kingdoms, but in the borderlands. Unclaimed lands. Marginal places where power spoke through silence.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”