Fiction Alien Books Novels & Stories

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

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at

Julie had already gone through a few books that she found in the library, but she could not focus on any of them. Her mind just kept going back to the thoughts about Alex and his childhood. What happened to his mother, the empress? Aliens supposed to live for a long time. So how come she had already… could it be that she was killed?

ANNOUNCEMENT IN MY BOOK Hello everyone, Thank you for reading my book up to this chapter. Allow me to interrupt your reading and give you an understanding of your questions. Many are wondering, why can they get to see some other beings or what the hell is going on? This is it. In my book you will find; Alien Lands- This is the world that is separated from Earth but it fell to be in the same orbit but as they all orbit the sun, no one knows of its existence in Earth.

It was during this moment that she realized she was having some sort of vision. As she turned to see what was in the distance. Her eyes went wide as she saw thousands of alien creatures marching towards their position. First thing she thought of was how far in the future would all this take place. Second was who did that army belong to? Alicia knew that no matter what, the Collective had armies in case a war broke out. What threw off was the appearance of these soldiers. They were unlike any Celestial race she'd ever seen, and she had studied on every race in the Five Realms since she learned how to read. The most likely thing she could think of was that they were never documented or they we