Ben 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Aliens Novels & Stories

We were being called back into service whether we wanted it or not. The Conclave assembled within hours. Leaders from every supernatural faction. Human representatives. Even Jamie spoke through the trans-dimensional communicator that Kai and Ethan had perfected. The alien ship was massive. Satellite images showed something three times the size of anything humans had ever built. Sleek and silver and terrifying in its enormity. "They have been broadcasting a message on repeat," the human ambassador said. Her voice shook. "In every language on Earth. They call themselves the Hierarchy." "What do they want?" Dad Ross asked.

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"

Planet Celestial was an enormous planet with a diameter of almost 300,000 km. Its land was rich and vast, with ample resources for all. It had several deep seas and even deeper oceans. Fertile and rich seemed like understatements for this planet. Even with its vast land, it had only a single large and well known desert, and only a few forbidden zones. Contrary to the land mass of this great planet, the Celestials were a small race. The average number recorded for a race was a little over 10 billion. Yet the Celestials were barely up to 50 million.

Dozens of them. The machine and Elena exchanged a glance. Then hurried inside. The command center was in chaos. Cassandra stood frozen before the main display. Victor looked equally stunned. "What happened?" Cassandra pointed toward the screen. Incoming transmissions. Hundreds. Thousands. From every observer civilization. Lucian blinked. "That's a lot of aliens." "No," Cassandra whispered. Her face was pale. "Look at the subject line." Victor enlarged the message. The room fell silent. Because every transmission carried the same request.

“It’s not.” “Either way, he was able to merge some of our technology with Alianian technology.” She continued on, face returning to its neutral calm. “Jack, would you care to elaborate?” “Of course, Commander.” Jack said cheerily as he pulled out a complex device. It was a bit bulky with several wires stringing around it and seemed to be somewhat held together with duct tape. “I was able to open these Information Transferrers and connect them to this small, almost computer-like device that melds our technology with theirs. This device connects to a transportable computer that is used to loop, redirect, temporarily halt, store, or split Alianian information.”

"Open the Defending Formation and let us in." This time, Chu Xun didn't fight back. He let the man with glasses ask what the aliens would do after entering the earth. Chu Xun and his companions received a reply in a short time. The other party came from the Evil Fang Star. The aliens meant the earth's science, technology, and civilization were backward, so they wanted to enter the earth to help humans create a good home.

Juliana had always been fascinated by the idea of life beyond Earth, and now that she was actually witnessing it, she couldn't believe her luck. Her friend, Jessica, who had brought her to this hidden alien sanctuary, tried her best to explain the different species and their unique abilities. "You see, Juliana, these aliens are actually very peaceful and intelligent beings. They're here to learn about our world and share their knowledge with us." Jessica explained,

it’s not just advanced—it’s ancient. "Explain what 'ancient' means," whispered Damien, leaning over Kyle's shoulder. Kyle said, "Centuries, maybe millennia," in an ambiguous tone. "It produced energy that is unmatched by anything on Earth. Nearly... alien. Vanessa mumbled, "Great," while crossing her arms. "Now we’re fighting aliens?"

“They are 7 centimetres. “It said. “One that would be what you humans call a tongue, which is 10 centimetre’s. “It said. “But ours is longer. “It said. “They are long enough for that. "He said. “And what you call a soft palate. “It said. “And then there are two tentacles on our soft palate. “It said. “Twelve centimetre’s. “And finally, two in our body. “Said it's between our legs is 22 centimetre’s. "He said. “Now, I will prepare you. “Said the alien. So, then we'll take turns. “Said Brandurak.

21,993,002,144 Then: 80,115,441,902 Charles whispered: “It's still counting.” Adult Lucas's face went pale. “That isn't possible.” Marcus stared into the Between. “It is.” The forgotten were not merely from human timelines. New shapes appeared. Alien. Architect. Forms with no biological analogue. Consciousnesses from dead realities. Abandoned universes. Possibilities that had never fully manifested. The count crossed a trillion. 1,204,778,991,330 Elena stared.