Mad Ben Aliens Novels & Stories

Laura said. “They won’t,” Kael answered, surprising the room. All heads turned. Kael looked at Aria, then away. “Not immediately. She was one of them once. They’ll listen long enough to give us a breathing space. A chance to live without fear. “That space might be the only window we get,” Darian murmured, almost to himself. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “This is madness.” “Top tier,” Laura agreed, rolling her eyes. “And yet no one has offered anything better,” Kael shot back at them.

I asked, my voice laced with concern. The thought of war sent shivers down my spine, reminding me of the painful losses I had suffered - my granddad. Richard turned to face me, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm the second-in-command, after the Alpha - my dad," he reminded me. I folded my arms, skepticism etched on my face. "Alpha never goes to war, so…What do you say to that?" I asked, challenging him. Richard's smile was enigmatic as he darted his eyes back to the sizzling pan. "You wouldn't understand," he said, his voice low and mysterious, leaving me wondering what secrets he was hiding.

"What are you doing punk? Get out." "No." Ethan calmed his raging wolf down who simply wanted to go and patrol Mia's place, but this stupid teenage mutt was causing him delays. "What do you mean no?" "Alpha Roman, I wish to stay here. Look, I'll even lock myself up." He said heading towards the shackles and grabbing them of the floor. {R} Oh no. I see what's going on here. {E} What's that? {R} He's on edge because of the bad moon.

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!

At first humans refused to accept the aliens in their midst due to the fear that they're going to eliminate and wipe all human race and take over the earth from them turning them into slaves,but their mindset changed when an alien saved a dying young girl diagnosed with a heart disease with a substance brought from their space ship and since then humans and aliens lived together in peace. Few years later in 1988,it was discovered that the aliens are planning to exterminate and supplant human life by taking over the planet from them,discovering their secret humans wage war against the aliens but were defeated brutally because they don't have the strength to fight the aliens.Some part of the w

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!"