Ben 10 Reboot Alien X Novels & Stories

Now that she had revealed herself to him, she was not in a hurry. “Y-You…” Dr. Jensen finally uttered but paused as he tried to choose his words carefully. “How… How did you do that?” Evie smiled. “Why are you asking me, doctor? Don’t you already have an idea?” Her counter made the doctor lapse into another round of silence. “Are you… an alien?” Huh? Evie blinked several times before she realized what she had been asked. “Doctor, your imagination is… weird.” “You mean, you’re not?” Carl Jensen looked shocked again, and Evie deadpanned.

And when she came crawling back, he would magnanimously forgive her. Minutes ticked by, then hours. Outside, the sky began to dim. She didn't contact him. A tendril of unease began to snake its way through his heart. He closed his eyes, focused, and sent a call down the mate bond that connected their souls. Elara. Nothing. He tried again, this time pouring his Alpha power into it, forcing it against the invisible door. Elara! Answer me! The other end of the bond was a silent, bottomless abyss—a dead void.

But her heart still clung to a father who had no idea she’d already died once… without him even knowing. “I…” she began, torn in two. Lucien’s voice brushed her mind again — intimate, unbreakable: “I will not let them hurt you again… little wolf.” Her pulse stuttered. But before she could speak — the runes under her feet sparked violently. A gust of freezing air swept the grounds. The flames of every lantern shuddered. A disembodied whisper slithered across the courtyard: “Reborn…” Aurelia’s bones iced over. Lucien snarled — eyes blazing.

“This is the main terminal. If I can breach it, I can upload a destructive virus—something they won’t be able to counter.” Alara nodded, trying to steady her nerves. “Then let’s do it.” As Ryen began working, alarms blared across the chamber. The alien guards turned, their elongated limbs tense and ready. Ryen’s fingers slowed for a moment as he felt the weight of what they were about to do. “Time’s up,” a deep, resonant voice boomed over the chamber’s speakers. An alien figure stepped forward—taller, more commanding than the others, adorned with glowing symbols that shimmered like fire. It was the ship’s commander.

"It's not just open, Dax. It's ours." But as we looked toward the horizon, we saw a new signal appearing on the Under-Net’s sky a signal that wasn't Aegis, and wasn't the Wolves. It was a single word, written in the script of my father’s old blueprints: REBOOT.