Xenomorph Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

A voice calls as I get off my bike. Checking my body for damage, I catch a glimpse of something slinking up from the side of one of the empty warehouses. It’s a female with heavy breasts. She’s covered in thick auburn fur, and she’s followed by werewolf pack members of all shapes and sizes. Her scent is a heavy cinnamon musk---alpha.

Its darkness of its skin was like a night absent of the moon and stars, its eyes the only colour that can be seen on the hideous creature. The eyes were hypnotic. As the scarlet red eyes stare at me, I realise this is a creature I have never seen before. The amount of times I have come into the Aurelian Spires by myself searching for creatures like this I have never found one quite so frightening. This time I have no weapon, no way of protecting myself, let alone my friend. So I did the only thing I could do to protect her. I got up and ran. This is where I am now, running for my life hoping beyond hope that Alexandria packs up and leaves. Behind me I can hear her calling my name

up and checked our weapons and made sure each of us had enough ammunition and also tested our ear pieces and microphones, and all were in working order. As we were traveling to the location, I received an update on the ID of that Demon. His name was Henry Richmond. He had seen the inside of prison walls many times but was always released, on the count of insufficient evidence and witnesses never showing up to testify against him. His name was attached to murders, human trafficking and drug dealings. Well, justice was finally going to get served to him in full! The location information received took us to the most corrupt part of the city. It was home to criminals, drug dealers, addicts, pro

Xena tells her and winks at me before a majestic beast of pure muscle dashes past us. “What is that?” someone at the back asks. “That is a Rhinoceros. Hot, strong, very territorial and many will try to destroy it to have its horn,” Xena tells them. “It’s horn?” “It is a big thing in the black market,” Ryan replies to whoever asked that question. “So, many want the X-pack?” someone asks, trying to understand and interpret Xena’s words. “One way or the other,” Xena confirms. “No. It’s not the pack. She is his horn,” Ryan refutes her response.

“Right. Antares is the human of Aragon. Just like my wolf is Eden and yours is—” “Xenos” he completed. “You're not so dumb after all” “Erossss” he groaned. “But he seems to be mostly a dragon rather than human.” “Yeah the human side is equivalent to our wolf side. He was only able to transform after reaching a certain level of power.” I explained. “Makes more sense now.” “Of course it does, I'm the one explaining.” He scoffed but didn't respond. Everyone was already waiting as we got to the borders, we went straight to the front lines to see that Eros had landed.

The three moons were eclipsed by a single, massive silhouette. He didn't walk; he coalesced out of the shadows of the Siphon itself. Umbra, the Traitor Custodian. He looked like a jagged rip in reality—a human shape made of "Dead Pixels" and void-matter. He carried a scythe made of Anti-Resonance, a blade that didn't cut flesh, but erased the "Definition" of anything it touched.

I didn't know the experiment would turn out this way, with me getting railed by the very creature I was supposed to study. But let's rewind to how it all started. My name's Dr. Grace Sullivan, lead xenobiologist on Project Orion. We'd been tracking alien species for years, but this one was different, a rogue shifter from the outer colonies. Our team caught him rampaging through the quarantine zone, a massive, hulking beast that looked like a twisted wolf on steroids. Fur matted with blood, large claws , eyes glowing red with fury. He was ugly as sin, all snarls and raw power, nothing like the elegant forms we'd documented before.

At two kilometers from the White Spike, Jake hit the brakes. Through his targeting scope, he could see the aberrant creature in full detail. It looked like an upgraded version of those alien mimics from that sci-fi movie—covered in white bone-like armor, with long, razor-sharp limbs and a whip-like tail trailing behind.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.