Fiction Alien Books Novels & Stories

Isabelle Isabelle shuddered against the cold cell that reminded her of a prison. Her world had turned upside down and morphed into a nightmare. Aliens existed! And the scowl on his boar-ish face let her know he wasn’t a misunderstood being who wanted love and peace. The air was dank and musty in the corner of the small cell. Her stomach heaved. Visions of Kohl’s evil face still plastered her brain and she wished she could scrub the image away. Isabelle shivered in dread against the cold metal floor.

Flipping open the book randomly, my eyes skimmed over words that made no meaning to me. I turned around as heavy footsteps approached, only to find Yeti balancing a ridiculous amount of books in her arms. “Found some good stuff—” she paused as her eyes strayed to the book I was holding. “What is that?” “A book?” She walked past me, dropping the heaps of books on the table before turning back to me. “Let me see that.” She said, prying the book from my fingers. “Forgotten Beasts: A Study on the Supernatural.

Anonymous mentioned old sci-fi books in passing, referencing a classic series about rogue AIs and lost space colonies. Anonymous: That series is underrated. The way the characters question everything in those abandoned worlds… hits different on nights like this. Leon paused, thumb freezing mid-air. He actually liked that exact series. It was one of his quiet escapes, the dog-eared paperbacks hidden under his bed alongside other secrets. A common interest. He hadn’t expected that. For a moment, his skepticism wavered. Still, he replied carefully, not fully opening yet. Leon: Yeah. Some of those books are okay.

She halted when she reached the ‘Fantasy’ section and pulled out a book titled, ‘Survival’. She inhaled deeply, reveling in the heavenly fragrance of the book and settled down at her desk to read. This was her favorite book. It gave her strength, hope, and courage to go on in life. She often wished that an alien would appear and take her away just the way it happened in the book. She shook her head at that stupid thought. This was real life. Such things could happen only in books. She stretched her arms and got lost reading. People kept coming to borrow or return books. Some even settled on the chairs to read.

Thus, naming Center Land Village after Center Land was working and Ari and Baelil’s home was still unknown to the masses. They wanted to keep it that way. With the zombie apocalypse in full bloom and the planetary rule being assumed by aliens who practiced cruelty and cannibalism, more and more people were finding a way to migrate deep into the sanctuary of the earth. It was no longer a land for the wealthy and well educated. Thieves and thugs were slowly infiltrating it. It wasn’t so much the ruling aliens that frightened the ruthless and lawless. They’d always been quick to slip through the cracks and fingers of the regime, no matter who ruled. They were going to inner earth because they

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

He handed me the keys which I gladly accepted. "I will have a tour around then," I announced pining my hair behind my ear. I watched as he excused himself before heaving out a sharp breath. "Let's have a tour," I muttered to myself then glanced around the library. I started from the small shelves. I thought I would see history books but all I was seeing were astronaut books. Books of the earth and planet. "Is he an alien?" I chuckled at my silly joke. When I finally switched shelves, I began seeing something different like fiction and nonfiction books. "Not bad." I grabbed one and began flipping through. I could fetch some and read to kill time.

The life that I know is completely different from everyone else, I don't give two damn about who's the new president is, I don't pay much attention to any drama, I don't live under a rock, I'm still on Earth, but the thing is I don't belong here anymore. Area fifty-one, aliens, ufo, they all are real, but they aren't that common, people aren't supposed to know about them, but I do, and they are real. They wanted to learn about earth, about our habits and genetics, but humans are way too scared for that, they decided to make a deal with us, we'd give them one of ours, well more than one.

Abandoned human cities where buildings stood empty and reality seemed thin. "People evacuated when strange things started happening," Jamie explained. "Disappearances. Time is moving wrong. Shadows that moved independently." We walked through streets where our footsteps echoed too long. Where reflections in windows did not quite match our movements. Where the air tasted like metal and ozone. In the forests beyond the cities, I sensed creatures that did not belong. Things that had slipped through small rifts before the main tear formed. They were not hostile exactly. Just alien. Their very existence made my empathy scream with wrongness because I could not read them properly.

As they drew closer, the light grew brighter, revealing a strange, alien landscape. The ground was a swirling mass of dark energy, and the sky was a void of infinite blackness. Towering structures, made of twisted metal and living stone, rose from the ground, their forms grotesque and unnatural. A sense of dread washed over them. This was not a place of peace or tranquility. It was a realm of pure evil, a dimension born from the darkest corners of the universe. As they ventured deeper into this alien world, they encountered strange, twisted creatures. Some were humanoid, their forms distorted and grotesque. Others were amorphous masses of darkness, their shapes constantly shifting and changi