Extraterrestre Novels & Stories

Thick cold air rushing between the passageways of the labyrinth of large crystalline rocks. 'Iyala, Terra Australis.' -Gen. Matilda Foster A platoon of colonial soldiers surveyed the area for a mission they knew little about. The floor was rough and pointy and reflected light it could reach. The large glowing rocks displayed a text no one understood. Looking above, they saw the majestic Aurora Australis playing with the stars. And several comets that passed through a luminous ring; connecting massive planet-like stars organised like beads covering Terra Australis.

They looked like hollowed-out asteroids fused with rusted Sterling technology—scavenger vessels from a war that had been fought a thousand light-years away. ​"They're called Outriders," Lyra announced, her physical form shimmering with an uneasy light. "My new data-link with the Oort-Remnants has identified them. They aren't harvesters. They are Refugees. And they’re running from something that makes the Sovereign-Swarm look like a playground bully." ​The First Contact of the New Era ​A transmission broke through the planetary hum. It wasn't a digital code; it was a Telepathic Impact.

“Then it’s over.” But before anyone could celebrate, an alert blinked on the screen. > “UNKNOWN SIGNAL DETECTED.” > “SOURCE: BEYOND MAPPED SPACE.” Evryn’s heart dropped. “No… she wasn’t alone.” The signal came with a single message: > “Unit 000. Activated. Seed Protocol Prime. Legacy awakened.” Kai stared at the coordinates. “They’re not from our universe,” he said. “They’re from before.” Evryn stood, every nerve alight again.

Peter also observed the same behavior that Knight is doing with the princess. While Peter was busy spying on Knight, Rhea and Layla are just enjoying the food in a well-mannered way of eating. They're not in the mood of making themselves busy thinking about the businesses of others. Lance on the other hand is taking a nap while sitting and with his arms crossed. Beatrice just finished drinking the purple juice in her wine glass and was eyeing the coffee jelly, a desert that the visitors taught them. The Visitors are the former residents of Terra, the third planet of the now Forgotten Solar System.

Let's try again," she said. — In Australia and Hawaii, the mentality of the colonizers was that they had discovered new lands. Lands inhabited by creatures that in some respects they resembled human beings, but they were subhuman. Being subhuman, these creatures had no rights. No rights to land or physical integrity. And now she had captured her audience. She glared at them, her expression fierce. "Imagine that tomorrow some race from outer space invades our world and decides we are all an inferior race. Tomorrow, you have no more rights. Your home, your land, all of it will be taken from you. You can be killed. If you are a woman, you can be raped. Several times. Children will be taken away

As a result, the Russian eye was just one of the millions of suns that make up the galaxy and surround the many planets. Bypassing another inhabited world. The most interesting thing is that not all these worlds are inhabited. Some were led by green monsters called okras. Some were very beautiful, but totally alien houses called Eldar. The Empire served by the Space Wolves destroyed much of the human world. The Empire was ruled by Emperor Allfather, a mutilated god whose shattered shells gave birth to Russ and his siblings and existed as giant machines on the ancestral world of Terra. The emperor was served by a large legion of priests, magistrates, rulers and tax collectors.

Captain Rian’s reply. “Sorry Rian. Force of nature.” Genesis replied with a smile. [Aster walked towards their room. Genesis and Captain Rian also made their way to Chief Vincent’s office.] [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Sewers Square - Eben, Meccichuzan (11:40)]

It's so unfair! His mother died before he could even remember what she looks like. His father committed suicide when he was six, for crying out loud. His twin went missing at fifteen and left him to deal with the backlash... and even though he did came back a decade after; it still couldn’t soften the blow that his mate didn't want anything to do with him. Alastor's mate belongs to a different realm, after all. Completely out of his league is an understatement; his mate is immortal, a divine deity–their worlds are so far apart and he just wanted to tear his hair out and scream.

Micah replied, and I felt my heart drop. “I didn’t know, Atlas.” I murmured, guiltily meeting his eyes. “It’s alright, kitten.” He replied, and there was no hint of animosity in his eyes. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I followed you.” “Alright, I’ll do it.” I nodded, “I’m not exactly sure how to get home anyway.” “I might be able to help you with that.” Micah mused, “While the portals are unstable at best, the Earth Fae have always had a stronger connection to them.”

A deep breath escaped my lips and I took the paper close to the flame and held it there, inches away from the bright light. I had read it, now it was time to throw it out, but… The flame ignited a tiny bit corner and the embers glowed orange but were soon smothered to a cold grey. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t burn the paper in the flame. I didn’t know why but I just couldn’t. I pulled my hand back and looked at the paper, my eyes catching ‘Mr. Jacob West’ and ‘dominant’ in the same line. “...if it’s truly what you want, you know where to find me…”