외계인 Novels & Stories

None of that light reached the cold inside me. Dad stopped the car and held my hand. "If you want to cry, just cry." I shook my head. My tears had dried up long ago. "I just think it's absurd. We've been together for more than 10 years, yet that bond couldn't compare with a few months with an outsider. It couldn't even withstand a few words of instigation." Dad patted my shoulder. "That's not your fault. They're the sick ones for being blinded by someone with ulterior motives. You still have me, Preston. You still have our home."

The unknown inspires with difficulty and opens the healthy eye. “Help me get anywhere isolated... Far from... Away from people's attention.” A relative number of people have just gone down the steep iron staircase, their faces ranging from predictable concern to excessive curiosity. Following my gaze, the man seems restless, and leans on me so strongly that his fingers - more curved and inflexible than normal - painfully dig my shoulder.

I hug my knees and find some peace by praying a little that the Goddess allows me to resist until I find a worthy end for myself. Don't abandon me, Mother, I beg you. Do not abandon me to these unclean foreigners. I have at least an hour of silence and peace until the door opens again. First I see the foreigner. He wears another outfit, has removed the bandage from his eye and his hair is tied back. Sounds nice. Definitely better than me. However, my attention is on the injured eye. The cut separated his thick left eyebrow into two parts. A line of lighter skin runs down the eye to the cheek, deep, already healed. And the eye is just a blank canvas, with no iris.

Robert asked. “I agree,” Caine continued. “You would be playing a difficult game trying to make my people talk, but there’s someone else with them who might be a little less challenging.” The other two exchanged looks of confusion as well as interest. “Someone?” Robert uttered. “Who?” “He’s no Ravennite,” Caine droned on. “He’s an Outsider, and a young one at that.” “What?” Robert was quite surprised. “What do you mean an Outsider? Is he one of ours?”

Two different person, but with the same face. @cycy

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b

I approached Elocin to tell her that. “Elocin,” I called her, “There are like suspicious men outside. They are all wearing black and their eyes aren’t focused on anything. They eyes are roaming around like they’re looking for something.” I said, a bit nervous for her, as I will be leaving her.