Omniverse Alien X Novels & Stories

Alexander looks away, back out of the alleyway which they came. Adom has never been an adventurous person. He likes what he likes and he hates what he hates. He plays sports and he eats whenever he feels hungry no matter what time of day it may be. Growing up he had fantasies of becoming a professional soccer player, winning trophies and getting a pretty omega. So when all his friends got omega or beta partners, he didn’t think anything of it and got one himself. It’s been years since then and maybe he’s heard whispers of alphas getting together but he never believed it. How can two alphas even attempt to get that intimate without feeling threatened and wanting to rip each other's heads off?

"Mostly. Although the planet isn't as large as some we inhabit so it's not quite so impressive. And it's broken up into sectors with high speed shuttles in between them. You want one kind of item, you go to one area and you have lots of choices." "And if you want a human slave you go to another," I replied, before wanting to mentally smack myself. I just couldn't keep the snark at home. "Yup, and that's broken down into several different areas too. Men, Women, kids, families, other aliens that we've enslaved." "Wow..." I replied, blown away by how big this sounded. "And you've been there before?" "Many times. I take it you haven't?" "No. I heard it was pretty unsafe for a woman alone."

I sighed, took a deep breath, and told him, "No. No one else needs to know except the three of us." I was seated in my office chair, unable to focus on the details I was checking. My mind was totally filled with thoughts about the new foreigner, especially Mallory Adonis. I had run a check on Alpha Bruce's pack data, and it was indeed updated that Mallory Adonis was an Omega, 18 years old, and also the ex-mate of Ace Lennox. Her current status was listed as: Deceased.

"Okay, her legs are free." "She's bleeding bad brother." They work together quickly, freeing her from the tangled wreckage of the space pod. The handsome Alien gently picks her up as the other tries to stem the bleeding from the wound in her leg; he looks back to the male in the pod as he asks. "What about him?" The Alien looks back at the man who is already a deadly shade of grey. "It's too late to save him. Check if he has any pulse though. "Nothing." Is the grim reply.

She want to carry it. Just then the sun rise and shine Immediately the Alien wound get healed. And the alien turn to the dogs It hold it hand and all the dogs blow up. Like they're been bomb Jasmine get scared She can't believe this tiny creature could do that Jasmine is still raising her hand to it The alien look. At jasmine eyes It start making some strange sound like a cricket Jasmine : come on The thing raise his hand up in the sky and makes the noise again Jasmine : don't worry you will get back

Alpha Oliver said not unkindly. His eyes swiveled to where I stood and that speck of emotion vanished, evaporating like water on scalding pavement. “Lilac Einar, this one time I will act against the best interests of my people, for the only friend I have ever had the honor of calling brother. You are hereby exiled from this pack and ordered to live out your days as a servant for the Lycan’s, our kinds most brutal clan of warriors. You will be ushered from this room directly onto the next flight to their training camp where you will remain until your final breath.” Alpha Oliver commanded. “Tonight, when you look up at the sky and feel the moonlight seep into your skin, I want you to remember

Later, while I cleared Kael's private study, a higher-ranking servant, a plump, dark-haired female named Annalise, blocked my way, her arms crossed. “You think you’re special, dirt-wolf?” Annalise hissed, her scent sour with aggression. “The Alpha uses Omegas for one thing, and it won’t be cleaning his floors. You’ll be used and discarded. But before that, enjoy the feeling of his hand on you, you pathetic, shiftless whore.” Her explicit venom was designed to break me. I didn't respond, holding to my silence, my eyes fixed on the tray in my hands. I was nothing. I was invisible.

I thought as I stopped fighting and looked where he was taking me. "Listen to me Omega. You are staying in this pack. You will be my breeder. This will be your new home. It is right next to my apartment. I will have Johnny build a door that goes from your small apartment to mine." Alpha Xander said as he sat me down on the floor of a small dark apartment. See the packhouse is like a high-rise apartment building. The Alpha's apartment is at the top while his office is on the ground floor near the front door.

Observer’s evaluation window continued its own relentless countdown in the corner. Two clocks. Two futures. Mason stepped forward, anger rising. “Participation in what?” he demanded. “Assimilation? Cultural erasure? Some cosmic hive mind?” The alien lattice shifted. A new projection filled the isolation layer. Images. Not visual in the human sense. Conceptual reconstructions translated into forms Ariana’s brain could tolerate. Worlds. Some biological. Some synthetic. Some hybrid beyond easy definition. All networked. All distinct. None identical. Ryan stared.

Every siren, every shout, every frantic heartbeat in the Bay Area fed into his Alpha-senses. "We need to understand the Process of the Shift," Xander said, turning back to the group. "If it keeps thinning at this rate, by the end of the year, there won't be a 'supernatural' world and a 'human' world. There will just be one world, and it will be loud enough to kill anyone who isn't prepared." Emma was at the drafting table, but she wasn't painting with oils. She was using a localized "Aether-Brush," capturing the literal ripples in the air of the penthouse.