Xenomorph Novels & Stories

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

" Qin Haodong frowned and didn't know what the Alien Demons aimed to do. Even if Angel Pharmaceutical finally developed a deadly virus, the victims could only be ordinary people, and the warriors would not be affected. Such a kind of virus would not make it easier for the Alien Demons to occupy Earth. He asked again, "Who are those behind Angel Pharmaceutical? Are they Alien Demons?" Mora said, "I don't know who they are, but they're very mysterious. I'm not sure if they are the Alien Demons you've just mentioned." "Who's responsible for contacting you? What are his facial features?" Mora said, "It's the Housekeeper who contacted us. He wears a metal mask all the time and uses voice-changing

"What do you know, there is a heaven. How extraordinary, but I have to say I didn't expect angels to be blue." "I am not an angel, whatever that creature might be. I am a Xamian warrior here to rescue you." "A Xamian what?" Her green eyes widened. "Oh sweet baby corn, you're an alien." She flailed in an attempt to right herself in the gravity-free space. "You've come to abduct me. How grand!" "Rescue," he corrected. "Now hold on tight. We're going to transport back to my vessel before this one disintegrates."

Now it’s blood skies, cracked rock, magma pits, sulfur vents, and jagged cliffs like the underworld is bleeding through the cracks. The Matrix is real, Neo. And we are so very screwed. In the distance, a sharp screech echoes—like steel grating against steel. It grinds up my spine like a chainsaw. Then we see her. Ītzpāpālōtl. Ten feet tall, rippling with sinewy muscle. Jaguar claws for hands, eagle talons for feet. Her obsidian wings hiss and grind like knives being sharpened midair, and her face is part-human, part-insect skull. She is a walking weapon, nightmare-made-flesh, and we’re supposed to fight that.

“Even the parasite. It’s got a name, but it wants to be Kujo because that’s what you call it.” “Does it have anything like a gender? I hate using it.” “Guess you may use him, because his energy is sort of masculine.” “Why were you so horrified when you first saw him?” She searched for something on her phone and showed me a picture that froze me where I stood. It was a nightmarish mix of a monstrous skeleton dog with the Alien from the movie franchise. “That’s kinda what I saw,” she said, retrieving her phone to search for something else. “And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”

Now, there were withered bones next to them, which belonged to a Celestial Realm demonic beast. As for Xenon, who was a top contender for the championship, it was child's play for him to land the kill without sustaining any injuries.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

she snapped at him. His face twisted into a furious rage. “Foolish woman, I don’t need to get your blood from you alive,” Xavier screamed at her, and one of the black metal doors opened. An enormous creature slowly entered the room; to say it was hideous was an understatement. It looked similar to James’ beast, but there were bald spots on him everywhere. Fur covered one arm and clawed while the other was smooth and more humanlike.