Animorph Aliens Novels & Stories

“ Xether decided the only thing he could do is meddle in the plans the Siblings had for the Mordean. Xether wanted to create a superior race of beings. So Xether created the earliest ancestors of Half-Breeds, the Xikram. The very being and conscious of Xether was then infused into Xikram, thus they became the first to be able to wield Mana. A gift passed down to us.” “ Xether was infused with them? How?” Icarus asked furrowing his brow. Kronos shrugged in response. ” You got me. This is all translated from the Ordinveir, The First Tongue. The translation isn't entirely accurate and tends to conflict with other versions of this story. All I can tell you for certain is Xether became part of th

Please don't tell me they intend to make us their mean baby-making machines too, or their last supper. I peer down at myself, and the pretty dress Nova wrapped my body in after I had taken a shower is gone. It's been replaced by two pieces of white material that barely covers my breasts and my lady bits downstairs. My eyes scan the cell and I notice that all the other females laying on the cold hard surface, still knocked out, replicate my flimsy attire. I swallow the vomit that niggles the back of my throat. “You come with me now.” The weird reptile alien orders with his split tongue flickering out of his mouth.

As I hop off my bed and done preparing, it's time for a conscientious masking for socializing with humans because creatures like me was in a very great danger in their hands. I'm an anthromorph, an animal in a human body geometry. I can transmute into human and into my animal trait alternatively but having ears, tail, sharp fangs and the eyes of a wolf in a human form was my true identity. I was one of the rarest Anthromorph Traits that ever exist. I'm a wolf anthromorph with hermaphroditism which made me a uniqie man-wolf anthromorph. Because of my hermaphroditism, I have heats and I am able to conceive an offspring and that was the reason I'm being extra careful outside my home.

Yara looked at the ant, which was as tall as he was, and was speechless when he heard Norm name it 'Little Ant'. "That's how I name all my Nefarious Undead and Dark Beasts. That child and general Nefarious Undead were called Little Boy No. 13 and Little General No. 4," Norm replied matter-of-factly. While they were speaking, Little Ant No. 1 had sped forward to fight the other evil beings. It had the help of Norm's talisman, which boosted its speed, defense, and attack. It was more powerful than the other evil beings. The ant was like a wolf among sheep as it made a killing among them.

One leader, a being from a water-world, floated in a tank of pressurized mercury, its brain encased in a cage of Living-Silicon. They weren't just aliens; they were Biomechanical-Aberrations (entities that have unnaturally fused flesh with machinery). They had integrated so much Precursor technology into their bodies to survive the Resets that they had lost the very "Humanity" the virus was meant to protect. "The Prime-Carrier has arrived," a voice boomed, vibrating directly into Elara’s mind.

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

, the air cracked. Not the ground. Not the branches. The air. As if the whole world had trembled for a single second. The space beyond the trees warped. It wasn't wind, wasn't energy—something had fractured reality itself. And then, like shadows slithering beneath the earth, more demons appeared. But not the wild, twisted beasts from before. These... were different. They wore armor. Not human—but something forged from dark, alien alloys, spiked and fluid, like living metal. Intelligence gleamed in their eyes. They weren't driven by instinct.

“Do me a favor and handle this will you?” Ares bowed gently and Arnold walked back into the crowd. The rogues sensed there was no way out and their form changed, making Arnold halt in his steps. “What sorcery is this?” Arnold asked, facing the snarling rogues, baring their fangs. They turned into wolves but bigger, having a human-like build but morphed into wolves and beastly figures like Lycans. Only the Alphas could be that size and where they were with their size increased drawing dear from

The ambiance inside the tower did not just grow warm; it began to sing. Alpha Malphas’s giant obsidian broadsword hung suspended in the air, the toxic purple electricity crackling along its jagged edge just inches above Duncan’s defenseless human face. The giant’s muscles were locked, his massive frame straining to drive the blade downward, but he could not move. An invisible, crushing weight of pure light had seized his arms, anchoring him in place. Amora Cortez did not slide into a traditional four-legged shift. She didn't grow the thick, snow-white fur of the fabled White Dire Wolf. Instead, her physical form became translucent, blurring at the edges until she looked like a walking galax

At two kilometers from the White Spike, Jake hit the brakes. Through his targeting scope, he could see the aberrant creature in full detail. It looked like an upgraded version of those alien mimics from that sci-fi movie—covered in white bone-like armor, with long, razor-sharp limbs and a whip-like tail trailing behind.