Xenomorph Novels & Stories

From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares. “Behold!” Drax’s voice boomed, resonating with a sinister glee. “You think you can stand against me? I will unleash a horde that will drown you in despair!” Xienma’s heart sank as she took in the grotesque figures that crawled forth—monsters with jagged teeth, eyes that glimmered like shards of broken glass, and bodies that seemed to distort and shift. The very essence of fear radiated from them, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her like a heavy cloak.

"Dorian... we have to stop it. We have to-" But before she could finish, the creature lunged forward with unnatural speed, and Seraphina barely had time to raise her hands to defend herself. The air around them seemed to crackle with power as Xeroth's form solidified into something far more terrifying a warrior's body, tall and strong, clad in dark armor that shimmered with an otherworldly sheen. The thing's face was hidden behind a helmet, but the aura of pure, unrelenting malice radiated off it like heat from a fire.

I glanced back and saw our pursuers shooting at the worm while others were still coming after us. “I have no choice—I need to shift! Or we’ll all die!” I was about to be stopped again when we heard a screech from above. We looked up and saw a group of Xenodermus. I cursed—they had air support too. One of them jumped down, and when he landed in the sand, the ground shook, and sand scattered everywhere. When the dust cleared, I gasped. It was Izar, holding his axe. He glanced at me with a grin and charged at our attackers.

Three figures stood at its points, the last hope of their crumbling world. Xandros, the succubus, felt the hunger in the air like a physical weight, but it was a hunger for survival, not just pleasure. His dark, membranous wings were tucked tight against his back, his lithe body thrumming with pent-up energy. His gaze, pupils slitted like a cat’s, found Zarek across the dais.

It's hard to see in the storm, but what my eyes land on can’t be explained by poor vision alone. There is an enormous man lying in the dirt and not any man—a Zareth. A demonic humanoid creature with blue skin, yellow eyes, horns, and catlike ears. He has muscles for days, thick, luxurious black hair, a black-tufted tail, and sharp claws instead of nails. His face would be pretty, really pretty, if he weren't glaring at me like he wanted me dead. Ice-cold fear immediately prickles down my back when I realize how easily this massive man could kill me.

It’s where power resides. A short, fleshy woman who has a striking resemblance to Xavier came to us and gathered him in a hug. She was dressed in an ivory silk long dress. Gold jewelry catches the light at her wrists and ears, unmistakably expensive. “Oh sweetheart, you haven’t been home in so long” she says affectionately as she hugs her son. I could sense Xavier’s discomfort. He avoided my gaze in embarrassment as if ashamed of how his mom doted on him. She releases Xavier and turns to me with a smile.

Ang oras mismo ay tila tumigil. ​"Aria! Skye! Pumasok kayo sa loob!" sigaw ni Xander. ​Isang pigura ang lumabas mula sa dagat. Hindi ito tao, at hindi rin ito gaya ng mga Founders. Ito ay isang aninong may anyong tao, suot ang isang armor na gawa sa Dark Matter. ​"Xander Black," boses ng anino. "Ang 'Wolf' na nagligtas sa mundo. Dumating ako para kolektahin ang interes sa utang na iniwan ng iyong mga ninuno."

"That bitch Vex emptied her entire perimeter for this!" He wasn't lying. Through the blown gate, Vex’s horde poured in like an absolute tide of meat and metal. There were scarred, rabid wolves the size of small trucks, roaring rogue humans armed with makeshift shotguns, and cutting through the center were things that made my blood turn to pure ice. Hybrids. Massive, pale-skinned monsters with elongated limbs and hollow gold eyes—the exact same genetic footprint as Ezra, but twisted, scarred, and wearing Thorne’s laboratory branding on their necks. Vex had stolen his data. She had stolen his stock.

They were over thirty men. After passing through endless security protocols, they came to an inner room but the door was shut. The homeless man urged him forward, “ He is ready to see you". X led him towards the door, after a light tap, he opened it leading them in. A large man was sprawled across a chair with a jug in his hand. Everything about him screamed violence, he looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had a long scar that ran across his forehead through his right eye and stopped just above his chin, the eye looked functional. His eyes were black as midnight and so was his hair.

Morrigan continued to walk farther from the edge of the pool and when she noticed it she was already beside Fiachra’s statue. “Do you remember the first time we met?” Morrigan asked him, walking around the pool not minding if she is now getting on the deeper end of the pool, across the marker. “Yes, I do, my queen,” Colfre replied. Morrigan looked around the room with a memory in mind. The bathhouse has its fair share of angel statues that holds a jar of water that is made of ceramics. But it was evidently designed with the emblem of Hymir, with crows embossed in gold at its wall. “I see, if the same thing happened today will you do the same?” Morrigan asked. Colfre scrunched his eyebrows wi