Alienígena Novels & Stories

The goddess of the moon holding me and with such a worried look. “Pandora, are you okay?” Selene asks while helping me seat on the soft bed of white petals. “Yes, I’m fine.” I yawned and stretched my body. “Wow, this was one of the best sleep I had in my entire life.” She still looks at me with worried eyes. “Is everything okay?” I ask her. “Do you feel different?” She sits beside me while holding my hand “A little bit. My eyes seem to be very sensible and my body seems. I don’t know. Different but looks the same.” I try to explain this new sensation, it was as if this body was a new one and not my body. I felt like an alien.

“The Book of Kings.” Azazel nods, “At first, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Because not only is it in Latin, but the scriptures are quite involved.” He scrolls through the book and opens it to a specific page. “Then we saw this, Pestifer Mundi, the destroyer of worlds. At first, it discusses the plagues, but as we continued to read, we found information about Lana.”

“He’s persistent.” Matteo mutters, “He’s also holding a knife and looks like he wants to stab heaven.” “Understandable,” Severiel replies casually. The alien lattice flickers again. Then the sky fills with symbols. Massive glowing shapes rotating across the clouds. Mathematical. Cold. Precise. The system’s voice appears on every phone simultaneously. EXTERNAL ENTITY IDENTIFIED. ORIGIN: NON-TECHNOLOGICAL TRANSDIMENSIONAL. Matteo squints at the screen.

She said as she gasped for breath. I ran out of the tent and a gasped escape my lips. Thousands of dead people with blood all over there bodies were running towards us, all bearing their teeth. The looked worst than demons. "What are those?" nixton mumbled. "I don't know"

Strong soft hands held the collapsing body of Dana. And when the firm grip had set her erect on the solid grounds once more then these cold words were mentioned without any prejudice or motive. With her cover blown before she had even begun, Dana felt that there was nothing left to lose and so she stood calmly in the face of death. "Why have your kind come to our world?" she asked unto the woman. The gentle woman appeared harmless enough but Dana was quite sure that she was one of the alien visitors of their planet. The fact alone that she has multitudes of clones running around to serve the newly arrived refugees in this country called Uwyn was testament enough to her oddity.

She want to carry it. Just then the sun rise and shine Immediately the Alien wound get healed. And the alien turn to the dogs It hold it hand and all the dogs blow up. Like they're been bomb Jasmine get scared She can't believe this tiny creature could do that Jasmine is still raising her hand to it The alien look. At jasmine eyes It start making some strange sound like a cricket Jasmine : come on The thing raise his hand up in the sky and makes the noise again Jasmine : don't worry you will get back

Vrethie said, reading off the watch subtitles. "It was?" Miaka asked, full of wonder but devoid of memories. She had no memory of a set of parents she knew had once existed - in another time and space. For this was not Earth - not really. Everything around them was AI generated from a sleeping state. That sleeper watched them now in silence. His name... EK ... Or Earth Killer. He popped up to say a quick hello. "Can I have my pills?" Miaka asked - almost pleading. Her voice turned from a plea to a whine.

The ping had changed everything. It was a low-frequency signal that repeated every seventeen minutes. Faint, steady, and utterly alien. Adrian and Lena spent hours decoding its rhythm. Eve just sat there, eyes closed, like she could hear it in her bloodstream. "It’s not from Earth," Lena confirmed. "We triangulated it. It’s coming from a satellite we never launched." Adrian turned to Eve. "You said they’re not human. Is this... them?" Eve nodded, but her voice was fragile. "Third wave. Not clones. Not soldiers. Not even artificial."

“Wait.” Dante whipped around. “Aiden, that is alien embryo energy. I’m not doing this.” “They’re not alive,” Aiden whispered. “They’re archives.” Dante blinked. “Archives shaped like… space eggs?” Aiden stepped closer. “They’re memory vaults. Each holds data from a different epoch. A different attempt at conduit creation.” Dante tensed. “So three planets before us?” Aiden nodded. Dante’s jaw clenched. “And what happened to them?”

The other angel said. “Uzmael?” I was surprised when I heard the name Uzmael and remembered what Michael told me. “Uzma, thinks he is higher than God” But Lily is Uzmael. Well, I am sure that she didn’t know it, like me. I didn’t know that I was an angel before. If Lily is Uzmael, well who is the owner of the white smoke? Michael will better know this but I haven’t seen her since I pushed her away.