Aliens Novels & Stories

He gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he does. "This better be serious," Dad grumbles to his phone. Shaking my head, I start to wonder who the real alpha is between the two of them. "Nightcrawlers. Kevin reported some of these motherfuckers were roaming near the border last night," Alpha says. Goosebumps traveled across my skin as I try not to shoot a horrified look at my Dad. His eyes were still on me. I kept my eyes straight though, knowing if I stay like this he wouldn't notice I could hear them clearly.

There they watched a moving chain of winged lobsters cross a great transatlantic aqueduct spilling roses into a desert with an avocado sun made of five glowing jewels in its skin and a clock which raced madly backward from inside an opened tin can. “That was as bizarre as Alice Through the Looking Glass,” Evelyn mumbled to herself as they emerged from the exhibit, but it served its purpose. Afterwards, visitors to the demonstration were treated to various snack-sized samples of the foods they’d seen, in just big enough portions to take the edge off their hunger.

Forever. "I didn't even know you were seeming another omega...not after-" Sebestian turns to him and his mouth does that weird pout it does when he can't find the right words. Like he wants to say something important and be sympathetic but he knows his mind will fall short of conjuring it all up. "It's another alpha," Adom whispers. He doesn't mean to say it like he's ashamed or scared but it still comes out small and demure. Sebestian has never mentioned alpha pairs to him and he doesn't know where his friend stands on the subject per se. But if he can't talk to Sebestian about this then who the hell is he supposed to talk to? "What's another alpha?" Sebestian says, eyes squinting at Adom.

Suddenly a smaller one ran from beyond the treeline. The creatures had pale gray skin with black eyes. They wore dried animal skin. The taller one wore it around its lower half like a skirt and the smaller one like a dress. They had large thick muscles running all over their bodies, it would take a really sharp blade to even cut their skin. "Tristan, what do we do," Trix yelled as the giants began to circled them. Tristan glanced at both the creatures. "I was hoping you could tell me," he yelled back.

“Okay, so like we were saying before the conspiracy theory detour—lunch is on you, right?” “Of course. You think I’d come back from the dead and not treat my girls?” “Good,” Sky said, already rising to her feet. “It’s almost lunch.” “It’s not even 11 a.m.,” I pointed out. Sky waved dismissively. “Lunch is a state of mind. You came back from a memory coma, we’re calling it lunch. Right, Hailey?” “Right,” Hailey said with a grin. “Lunch it is.”

Birds, bees, and other insects hummed throughout the place. The scents that filled the air were nothing like that of the pollution of the human world outside the court's doors, and Layon and Angel glanced at each other in astonishment several times as they were led down the forested hallways by a rather tall and pretty fairy whose professional demeanor left her looking strict and unapproachable. “This place can’t be real,” Angel exclaimed when they had been walking for several minutes. Layon couldn’t help but admire the innocent astonishment on her face that made her look even more angelically beautiful

strands of short-cut hair falling into her eyes. “I want you to understand me well, so I’ll try to explain everything as clearly as I can. Caregivers are not the first-best people, chosen by the Organization. It’s more complicated than that. For every person with rare DNA, there is only one person, which makes it not at all easy to find her, bring her to the Quarters and connect and pair her with the right partner.” Her hands form into fists. “But Eagles have their ways. The Organization’s members are high-profile, important figures with unimaginably large sums in their accounts. You wouldn’t believe how far their power reaches.” She helplessly leans her head against the wall and sta

The lagoon water slapped against the stolen boat’s hull as they cut through the night, Lagos burning behind them like a funeral pyre for the old world. The alien fleet hovered above the city like gods who had grown bored with waiting. Blue energy beams lanced down intermittently, converting entire blocks into hybrid breeding grounds. Screams carried across the water, distorted by the signal that still pulsed in Alex’s blood.

Jo reminded himself to ask the Servant not to laugh anymore because it sounds scary. “Okay, we’ll use your term. Aliens. Yes, like us, Draconians are aliens. They come from the star Alpha Draconis, in the constellation Draco. Just as we have the destiny to guard and protect Earth, the Draconians’ main purpose in life is to destroy life on earth.” “So you guys hate each other for lives?” asked Sarah, to which the Servant answered enthusiastically. “Yes! You’re quite right. We are the mortal enemy.”

Satria’s voice was filled with trepidation when she asked, “She’s going to kill off all of the aliens?” “She created it for the ones inside the planet. I’m not sure how closely we resemble them in makeup and I’m not willing to find out,” Alice said.