Mad Ben Aliens Novels & Stories

I sat up and asked him what was up. "Marwan is having a breakdown, saying he made a deal and needs a bite of your flesh. He needs to ignore his Neanderthal Demirkan half and embrace his reptilian side. We don't consume flesh like that," he said softly. I cocked my brow and realized that my friends were going to be okay and not eaten. I mentioned my friends in the lower levels and my concern about the other aliens. "Any news on the weeds," I asked, feeling bold. Dregs shook his head and eyed me.

Alian's tongue faltered. "My name is Alian. I am a resident of another world and..." Before he could say anything more, he was hugged again. Everyone tried to hug him. Within a moment, those people had kissed him and turned him red. His head was spinning, either they were crazy or insane. The royal family of a very rich state had lost their senses at that time, and they were losing their senses by seeing every other person in this strange world crazy for them. Alian , who has always kept a distance from childhood. Even after becoming a very intelligent scientist, he was not able to be social, yes, he always saw admiration for himself in every watching eye, but he did not let anyone cling to

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

I was being strangled as well but I still tried to stay strong, telling myself it was an illusion. Until I saw him, Alpha Ridwan. He was an Alpha who had been banished here when it was discovered that he was a madman who couldn't stop feeding on his own people. I was young when he had been banished, but I recognized his oddly long ears. That was when it became clear. People didn't die here because they lost their minds or because they were deadly creatures here, they died because the dead lived here and fed on them. Fuck! How on earth would I survive this?! I'm fucking chained!

Caleb's voice was low. "Her uterus was severely contaminated by silver fragments. It had to be removed. Luna Selina won't be able to have pups anymore." The words pierced straight through my heart. Gone was my right to be a mother. Silence filled the room. Then, a fist slammed into the wall. Caleb had lost control. "How is that possible? I thought we'd have more pups!" "Alpha Caleb, Alison is in a stable condition. It's a male pup." Caleb fell silent for a long time.

The emotional damn came dangerously close to collapse. “Sorry, mom. The wound is too fresh. How about some music,” He played with the radio dial and found nothing but static. He checked his mother's phone and his, no internet, or cell reception. He pressed play on the cd console. Bizarre Latin dance filled the van. Warren groaned and dubbed the offensive noise: it was better than nothing. Answers, Warren wanted answers and explanations. Did the world get attacked by aliens while he skated his way to a provincial hockey championship? The thought seemed wholly ridiculous, but given the evidence, a real possibility. The argument fell apart because the creatures used primitive tools and crude we

then you're completely right. The alien (named Nathan Synclair) had just reached the office (Planet Earth) and I, Savannah Tresscot (Commander) am trying to organize a Thanksgiving apocalyptic party (otherworldly evil force), which is apocalyptic because it can either end up a huge success or with Nathan turning into a zombie and eating the entire team alive, with Tina, Roan and Beth (novice squadron pilots) becoming the casualties. Just that simple. Not! "Beth! Pumpkin! Chocolate chips!"

"We can choose to live aboard the ship. We have thought about taking a private dwelling of our own. It would have to be within the amount we would earn from employment however and we have no reference for how much housing costs." "We're realtors! We'll help you find a place to live! That's what we do: sell houses! You guys are just so nice! I can't believe I was scared of you." "Scared of what?" "I don't know? That you'd eat us or kill us all or something horrible? There aren't a lot of great alien movies where the aliens and the humans get along." "We don't watch movies. If that helps?" John smiled at Tom and couldn't hold in a sound of mirth, "I think it helps! I can barely keep straight a

she said with a wide-eyed whisper, "landed by the white sands. My cousin says the military sent out a detachment, and they found a circle like the ones you see in them crops. The dog unit was called in, and last I heard, they were chasing some giant alien, and he's heading toward us!" Several of the listeners crossed themselves, and excited babble broke out. Maya shook her head. She knew better than to listen to gossip. How often had so-and-so's cousin, sister, or uncle made the same claim, when the truth usually ended up being something benign? The last false alarm had been caused by drug runners whose plane had run out of gas and they'd done an emergency landing. That night had also involv

“It’s like… when you know something is coming but it’s not bad.” Kael smiles a little. “That’s very helpful.” I squint at him. “It is.” I’ve felt this pull since we got close to this territory. Since before we crossed the border. It’s like something is tugging on a string inside my ribs. Not scary. Just loud. They call him the Mad Alpha here. I heard one of the guards say it outside. Like it means something big. Mama doesn’t call him that. She just says his name.