Xenomorph Novels & Stories

The man before her looked nothing like she had been expecting. His eyes weren't black. His alien fangs weren't showing. In fact, he seemed to have no fangs at all. And… he wasn't as slimy as a toad like the aliens she had encountered before. He was pale compared to humans, but he wasn't that sickly shade of grey like all the other Aliens she had previously seen. And the most striking thing of all was that… he was just… breathtaking.

"Okay, so no stabby, got it. Strangulation? Beheadings off the table too?" "Why are you so bloodthirsty?! Who hurt you?" I blinked at Rhys' laughter. "I was just trying to be sure what form of murder was acceptable, should I find myself in the position to have to unalive someone." "How about we all shut the hell up and be normal." Xander growled as we rolled up to a small booth. He rolled down his window, documents in hand. There was a creature in the booth. I say creature because it was definitely not humanoid. Scaly, with large teeth and clawed fingertips.

Xavier rubs himself along my ceremonial robe, then walks off to the darkest area within the dungeon so he could transform and cloth himself. Trex comes bounding in and if it were Jarek, I'm convinced he would have a triumphant smirk on his face. A tremendous feral hog, unlike any I have ever seen before, lies on his back. The wild boar falls to my feet, but he doesn’t rub himself against me like Xavier did. He promptly walks off so he can shift and change. I shrug my shoulders and my mom scrutinizes me. Not going to let that cat out of the bag yet. I may end up rejecting his dumb ass. DANTE

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

The fabric of this dress felt thick, but it was still soft and comfortable when I wore it. Arthur only woke up for lunch; after that, he went back to sleep. I don't have anything else to do after cooking food for him, so I just read the magazines and newspapers from Arthur's closet while eating the waffles he had bought for me. Everything in these magazines and newspapers seems like a collection of fictional stories in news form, but I enjoy it. I also got to know several types of Xenobeasts that often cause chaos at the base. Basically, there are three types that often appear. Type C is the easiest to kill, type B is the poisonous Xenobeast that is four times stronger, and type A is a 3-met

“It’s okay. Watch, but stay calm. Don’t let fear control you.” I nodded again, though I was frozen, utterly captivated. Jaxon was no longer fully human. His limbs had elongated, his movements smooth and impossibly precise. His ears had shifted, twitching toward sounds I couldn’t even hear. His teeth gleamed faintly, sharp enough to make anyone’s stomach knot. The air around him seemed to hum, alive with energy I couldn’t name but could feel deep in my bones.

Thelma said fiercely. Neon laughed, a sound completely devoid of humor. "That's where you're wrong, sweetheart. You've always belonged to us. You're our weapon, our tool, our ticket to power. The only question now is whether you come back willingly, or whether I have to drag you back after I kill your new toy." Xavier stepped forward, the dagger gleaming in the torchlight. "You want her? You'll have to go through me first." "Gladly," Neon snarled, and suddenly he was shifting, his body growing larger and more muscular as his wolf form began to emerge.

"It’s... it’s a Xeno-Hybrid (a fusion of alien biology and mechanical systems)." As they reached the base of the craft, a jagged aperture hissed open. There was no airlock, only a membrane of translucent, pulsating skin that peeled back to reveal a dark, moist interior. Inside, the Body-Horror was absolute. The walls were lined with Vascular-Wiring (cables that pulsed with synthetic blood) and "storage units" that looked like giant, calcified lungs. Elara stepped inside, her boots squelching on a floor that felt like sun-dried leather.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.