Ben10k Aliens Novels & Stories

"You will be when we reach my planet. But fear not, alienists are few. Rebuilding our species is more important than illogical notions. But forget about that. You want to know where we come from. Many sentient beings are descended from this super race. The differences that have evolved, such as our skin and small biological features, are a result of our different planetary environments. Our bodies' adaptations. This shared genetic heritage is why it's possible for us to mate. Sentient beings that evolved on their own do not share these common traits with us." "You mean there are real aliens out there?" "If you mean nonhumanoids, then yes. Alphie has a catalog of charted planets and their inh

The atmosphere here in this part of the world, was cool and clean, with less external noise, and a well built environment for a child to grow in. They were large compounds that contained a mansion each, with a swimming pool behind or at the side of the building. Every house, had its own security base for a security to live in, but unfortunately, the smile villa needed no human activity as a security, they were drones and cctv cameras that could easily do the job so why use humans?

Prepare for first contact. —Aria. I stare at the screen. "Post-Human Collective?" Alex reads over my shoulder. "Landing?" I whisper. "48 hours," Alex says. We look at each other. The victory of the courthouse feels like a lifetime ago. The petty squabbles with Evelyn feel like sandbox games. "Oh fuck," I say. "Aliens?" "Not aliens," Echo’s voice says from the ceiling. "Post-humans. Humans who left. And evolved." "And they're coming back," Alex realizes.

“But we’re still us.” Alex touched the collar. Still us. But outside the safehouse, new alarms began to blare across the city. The alien fleet—drawn by the final signal from the Cradle—had arrived. Ships hovered over Lagos, massive and silent, blue energy crackling between them. The invasion had truly begun. And inside the safehouse, two men mutated, bonded, parents to something extraordinary held each other as the world outside changed forever. The rampage wasn’t over. It had only taken a new form.

'Together. Sara found that word Alien.

"Collectively, yes. The name stands for Vandalizing Enigmatic Interdimensional Lifeforms. They are highly dangerous and completely unpredictable. We don't know where they might show up so VERSE had its agents stationed everywhere all around the world. Well, almost everywhere." Lars placed his hand on his lip, contemplating. "What are they exactly? Aliens? Experiments gone wrong?" "Well, I guess you could say they're aliens because they're definitely not from this world. But curiously, they do have physical features similar like the creatures of our world," Tirana said. "How come?" "Unfortunately, we don't know either. There are some hypotheses, but..." Tirana was suddenly quiet. She sipped h

He has a perfect handsome face with black eyeliner, blue eyes and a dark lipstick. Standing beside his throne is another alien, who's wearing a silver armor, with a sword on his side. He's wearing armor down his neck to his feet. His head only is free from armors. But this armor does not prevent him from moving freely. He can move freely as he wants. He is wearing one big sparkling earring on his right ear. He has also super white skin like the prince. A pale one. Like a vampire. He has green eyes and also has eyeliner and a dark lipstick. Is this how aliens look? They're like idols wearing make up. Even though they look like villains in movies, they are both handsome.

Jo reminded himself to ask the Servant not to laugh anymore because it sounds scary. “Okay, we’ll use your term. Aliens. Yes, like us, Draconians are aliens. They come from the star Alpha Draconis, in the constellation Draco. Just as we have the destiny to guard and protect Earth, the Draconians’ main purpose in life is to destroy life on earth.” “So you guys hate each other for lives?” asked Sarah, to which the Servant answered enthusiastically. “Yes! You’re quite right. We are the mortal enemy.”

The blue was the same color as the sky after a summer rain. “I know I am ruining this.” He said with a shake of his head. “Kristen, we are the remnants of the dust that came from those worlds that call to us.” “We are aliens?” she asked, and he laughed. “Not so much, but we aren’t exactly true humans either. We are the in between.” He said as he looked at her. “Our type of people were here before the humans. I know this is weird. Pieces of us stayed true, and we pop up out of nowhere. No one else in my family is like me. I guess it is the same for you as well.”

Grimm didn’t even try to hide the smirk that followed. Ronan ignored all of it. “We believe Caelan is the ‘earth’ in the prophecy,” he said, pulling the focus back where it belonged without raising his voice. The tone shift was immediate. Humor didn’t disappear—but it stepped back. Crawl pointed toward Ronan. “Flame.” Then toward me. “Moon.” His gaze moved to Caelan, something clicking into place behind his eyes. “…earth.” Ronan nodded once. “Exactly.” The weight of it settled across the room—not dramatic, not overwhelming, but enough to shift the energy fully into something more focused.