Paradox Invasion Novels & Stories

Zachary uttered coldly "What? Why??" "Kevin Kord is dangerous for Karen." Zachary stated

“ As you know, long before Abnormals of today took power here in Ocrad, it was known by a different name, Daikhana. Absalon, the one you call The Paragon, ruled over the ancient humans with an iron fist; after all, we humans are mere shards of Absalon. Of course, he was defeated and sealed away by the founders of your Abnormal villages. Sintar the Dragon, Augar the Giant, Rudoka the Kitsune, Azrez the Naga, Ivaura the Hydra, Koame the Anansi, Eterna the Phoenix, Raithea the Siren, Mazoga the Orc, and Syrink the Griffin. But before he fell, he gave my people his trump card. A grimoire with spells and rituals, including what is now known as The Paragon’s Sacrament. This, as I presume you’ve he

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

Broken worlds orbiting the throne accelerated. Ancient convergence energy erupted. Entire realities aligned behind the attack. The Sovereign unleashed everything. The battlefield disappeared inside silver light. For several seconds nobody could see anything. Then the light faded. The parasite stood unharmed. Still smiling. The Sovereign stared. For the first time— Its composure shattered. "Impossible." The parasite shook its head. "No." Then it looked directly at the Sovereign. "Expected." The broken worlds orbiting the throne suddenly collapsed. One after another.

In the dark of the penthouse guest room, with the city glittering below and the rain beginning against the glass, Rain Calloway felt her wolf open her eyes for the very first time. And somewhere deep in the city, in an office filled with screens and silence, Marcus Calloway watched a sensor on his desk flicker. Go red. He had put that sensor in place twenty_one years ago. Had maintained it obsessively. Had built his entire strategy around the certainty that it would never go red. He stared at it for a long time. Then he stood up. "It's too late to be subtle," he said to the room. "Move now. All of it. Tonight."

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood Aliens.

He slams the first one into the wall— hard enough to shatter it— but before it even hits the ground— three more rush in. “Leon!” I shout. “I’ve got this,” he snaps. But he doesn’t. Not alone. Because more are coming. From every direction. Filling the corridor. Flooding into the chamber. Endless. “This isn’t a fight,” I whisper. “It’s an invasion.” The system glitches violently again. “PRIMARY OBJECTIVES UPDATED.” “ELIMINATE VARIABLES.” “That’s us,” I say. “Yeah,” Leon mutters.

The decision to leave the Earth was not a flight; it was a tactical withdrawal. But before the Vanguard-01 could pierce the veil of the atmosphere, there was a blood-debt that had to be settled on the soil. The "Golden Parasite" was no longer a whisper in the static; it was a blossoming rot. In the three days since Leo had spoken, the infection had accelerated. Across the continents, the "Echo" had begun to claim its hosts. It didn't look like a disease. It looked like a cult of mindless bliss.

Asher “The perfect beings?”I repeated, brows furrowing. “The Paragon.” “It sounds fucking crazy,” Thayer said, pacing around the prison and running his hands through his hair. He stared at the ground, his wolfish eyes turning a piercing red demon color. “Because it is. How can a species be perfect? Not even gods can reach perfection.” “I’ve read about the Paragon briefly,”Lucas said. “Isn’t it a book in the library? From what I remember, the Paragonian people are a combination of species, almost like you. Multiple species in one.”

But I also assumed Ryan and I would be friends for a long while after all this, and knew I'd pay him back once I found a job— at least partially and in increments. It wasn't a private boat, but it was spacious with cushioned seats all around and 2 seats in the middle. The boat was white, with bright red accents and the word "PARASAILING" printed on the side. On the boat was Ryan, Alec, and I, along with 2 male crew members—a driver and someone to help with parasailing—and 2 other girls who appeared to be around our age, if not slightly older. They were sitting at the bow of the boat, flirting with Alec while Ryan and I sat in the back near the motor.