Xenomorph Novels & Stories

“What is your name, and why were you trapped inside that chamber? Who did that to you?” The man replied weakly, “My name hails from one of the ancient sects, so it is quite a mouthful, Xenosilamul, but you can call me Xenos for short.” His name’s weirdness was the last thing on my mind. I had much important questions to ask. “And I believe the witch put you inside the chamber, Xenos?” He nodded, “She was a very powerful witch who destroyed the peace between all of the races and…and sowed the seeds of hatred in the minds of the leaders of the supernatural races against each other. I believe I do not need to give you the details.”

He looks better, his color is good, and he doesn't appear to be shaking as much. We both finish eating and without a word begin picking up the broken glass and food from the floor. We work in tandem like we've done it before. I can't help but inhale his scent when he leans close. My wolf lets me know she wants him. She's resting on her haunches ready to pounce. She's never been this irritatingly persistent and I can't help wondering if it's because she knows he's at the top of the food chain. Vampires are the deadliest beings on earth. Dmitri told me a short while ago that a dragon, in his natural form, is deadlier. It's hard to believe after seeing Sarn in such a bad condition for so long.

He had a cowboy hat covering his head and was holding an AK-47 rifle. As he made his way towards them, Queen stared at him intently, and her eyes widened in realization. When he got closer, the man was just about to speak when she said, "Black Axe, it's me. It's Queen, Queen Scorpion."

She was in the defensive as the creatures began circling them from a distance. " These creatures.... I have seen them before.... when I was a child.... I have seen them in my house.... they are the reason I have no family.... " Xen stood up with boiling anger , bubbling like water from a hot spring. " Xen.... " he had no clue what was happening to him he just felt the heat of the anger within him. " Xen.... what's happening to you? Xen... come back... oh my goodness... what do I do? " The figure in front of her was more frightening than the ones that were circling them previously.

Not like this. “Henry!” Xavier’s voice cracked, raw and desperate, clawing at the very air. He took a step forward, but the man he called out to was no longer there. Before him stood a monster, a creature born from torment and rage. The shadows writhed around Henry like serpents, twisting and alive, and the man—no, the thing—was now fully consumed. Those familiar eyes, once filled with warmth and love, were now a deep, endless black, unseeing, unfathomable.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

His skin was pale as porcelain, lips blood-red against the white. “W-Who are you?” Shane’s voice faltered. “Call me Xenos,” the man said with a faint smile. “I know exactly who you are, Shane Xander. The second son of the Xander family.” Shane swallowed hard. “How do you know that?” “Who doesn’t know the Xander family’s story?” Xenos slipped a small note into Shane’s pocket. “I feel for you. Really. I want to help you take back everything that was stolen from you.

Some shuffled back while others gripped their weapons tighter, their fear nearly paralyzing them. "You heard me!" Thane roared. "Go now!" A few of the bravest or perhaps the most foolish charged forward, their spears raised high. Others followed more hesitantly, believing themselves to be safer with everyone else. The creature's lip curled into a snarl as it stopped in its tracks. "You dare to attack me, you fools.” The first soldier thrust his spear with all his strength. Xandros, the creature with four horns, stood towering. It’s body is a twisted fusion of human and beast. Its skin was deathly pale, with dark veins bulging beneath the surface. Eyes glowed with an unnatural hunger, and its

"The Harrison Pack!" Mr Glamora mumbled within himself after hearing Cornor's Explanations "Interesting, And what makes you so sure Glamora?" Hambora taunted with a smug "It's Harrison Pack Hambora, during the Fatal War, not Everyone died Remember and besides, It's only the Harrison Pack that will have a Mixture of Supernatural breeds within a Single Pack!" Glamora Replied and Hambora nodded, he knew better than not to get on Glamora's tail whenever the Harrison Pack were mentioned, his Wife had been killed during the Fatal War and ever since then, his grudge for the Harrison Pack had only deepened.

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.