Animorph Aliens Novels & Stories

it had finished the transformation. The last remnants of the "stone" skin had peeled away like dead sunburn. My arm was no longer human shaped. It was a masterpiece of alien geometry. The bones were jagged, black crystal shards that floated in a suspension of dark energy, not quite touching each other. The "flesh" was a translucent, smoky haze that held the shape of an arm. And in the center of the palm, a single, pulsating purple singularity swirled. It looked terrifying. It looked beautiful.

I had to know. “I can be anything, An-Gel-Aa!” Holy crap! I couldn’t believe my ears and my heart skipped a few beats. This freaky alien wanted to know how we Humans did it, and I was going to be its test subject. What the fuck? And it said I could think up of a perfect mate and it could transform itself into one.

Ji'lahni, Shawna, Mina, Lynn, and the Dark One: “ALPHA IT LOOKS LIKE THE ALIENS JUST FIRED SOME KIND OF WEAPON! THE REST OF THE ALIENS ARE RETREATING BACK TO THEIR SHIP!” Hawk yelled, from a distance as he and the rest of the warriors ran towards the group. Everyone looked up and saw a big ass disc coming towards the burning clinic. The Battle warriors saw the disc as it passed by them. The saw where it was heading, turned so they could try to reach it before it hit the clinic but before they could reach it, the Leviathan’s attack them relentlessly. They couldn’t get free of him to knock the disc off course. Antoni attacked one of the Leviathan's heads that was attacking his mate, freeing he

the twins! Seeing the look of amazement appear on Rex's face, Markus added, "the twins are animorphs, they can change their appearance to that of a horse, they come from a nomad tribe that travel around the Antilla region, it is said that only 1 in 100 can become like their tribal symbol, which is a horse." He then lent in closer to Rex and said, "it certainly has its perks." Giving him a sly wink. "Out of curiosity, who do you think is the finer stallion?" Raz asked puffing his chest out.

I said, my stance relaxing, "you made it." She smiled at me and gave me a slight nod. "Yes, Alpha calls, I respond." "Wait, what did you say earlier?" I asked, referring to the statement she made. She walked up to me, taking a quick glance at the old book on the table and pointed at the word I was looking at just now, "'Myrmecoleon', an ant-lion hybrid. I highly doubt Sarah is one, but considering her abilities, she may be able to shape-shift into it."

Out from the corrugated tin shacks and ruined warehouses, the NPCs swarmed. Through Ren’s scope, they looked like horrific, mutated alien monstrosities. They had jagged, asymmetrical armor plating, glowing red eyes, and wielded crude, rusted energy weapons. They moved with frantic, chaotic energy. "Hostiles sighted," Ren said coldly. He lined the crosshairs over the head of a massive Scourge brute who was screaming a guttural, alien war cry. Crack. The Archangel kicked against Ren's shoulder. Down in the courtyard, the Scourge brute's head snapped back, the character model instantly collapsing into a shower of purple digital blood.

So much heat. They hadn’t touched her. Not yet. But they didn’t need to. The blue aliens watched her like a prize. Massive, towering beings—ten feet tall at least—shaped like men but sculpted for sin. Smooth, muscular bodies that shimmered under the glow of the ship. Skin the color of sapphires bathed in oil. Every movement precise. Measured. Arousing. And their eyes, glowing silver orbs without pupils burned into her skin as they circled her transparent prison.

The creatures didn't care about Ardina's screams echoing in the cave. The creatures are like aliens. It has tentacles like an octopus around its mouth. They don't have noses and ears, but they have two holes on the left and right sides of their faces. Ardina did not understand about the body structure of the aliens they had never met before. Moreover, his body is very disturbing smell. The stench exceeds the smell of carrion that has been snatched up by the maggots.

Her lips curved with a sardonic smile, she didn’t think she’d ever see a bright side to being kidnapped like this. “Guinevere’s collars.” She whispered, it was exactly as the king said. She devoured the information on them; those aliens were called The Inkrits and they were creatures from a shadow realm; a realm with a broken sun. They lost their physical form and became literal shadows of their former selves, and now they were ready to thrive in the human realm where their sun thrived. They would grow stronger the longer they absorbed the new sun and then their eventual takeover was inevitable. It was exactly what happened in the last two hundred and thirty realms they colonised and inevita

Murry angled his head up as a new creature stepped over him. The new alien strolled to the center walkway between the rows of cages like he owned the ship. The six-foot-five man-shaped creature had smooth blue skin that shimmered like he was wet or covered in glitter. Three tentacles were on either side of his body. One set of appendages came out of his shoulders like human arms with no hands. The next set of limbs came from his ribs. The third pair of tentacles came out from above his broad, muscular hips. The alien was perfectly symmetrical and reminded Murry of a Ken-doll. Well, this guy would be a ken-doll if he were a six-tentacled doll with blue dolphin skin.