Alien Portals: A SciFi Alien Multiverse Romance Novel

by Ruth Anne Scott

  They ran with their mouths gaping open, and a feral shriek set the hair on Aimee’s neck on end. The Romarie ran in wild panic from their own ship. They cast their eyes one way and then the other, and when they spotted the group nearby, they headed straight for them.

  “What’s wrong with them?” Carmen asked. “Are they hurt?”

  Renier charged his reciprocator and pointed it at the oncoming Romarie. “Shoot them all down. Don’t let them come near us.”

  “They may be hurt,” Marissa suggested. “They certainly aren’t armed.”

  “Don’t be fooled,” Penelope Ann replied. “They have telekinetic powers, remember? They can attack us and kill us without weapons.”

  Donen raised his weapon, too. “Fire.”

  He squeezed his reciprocator, but before it could go off, another group of figures appeared in the ship’s open doorway. Aimee gasped in surprise when she recognized human women. They rushed down the ramp and planted their feet on the ground. Each woman carried a huge gun. The weapons were so heavy they used both arms and all their strength to support them.

  Donen lowered his weapon, but only slightly. Seven women stood arrayed across the plain, and he brought his weapon back up in a hurry when they leveled their guns across the crater. He opened his mouth to call an order to his friends, but he never got the words out.

  The woman in the center of the group said something to her companions, and every one of them fired. The blasts streaked across the crater toward Aimee and her friends. Aimee aimed her reciprocator to return fire, but the blasts struck the Romarie instead. In an instant, all of them lay motionless on the plain. Puffs of smoke rose from their charred bodies.

  The friends stood open-mouthed. The strange women held their weapons ready to fire again, but the Romarie didn’t move. The woman in the center said something else to her comrades, and they advanced on the fallen Romarie.

  The woman surveyed the friends with flashing eyes. She and her compatriots poked the Romarie with their guns, but they were dead. Only then did the strange women lower their weapons.

  The woman in the center nodded to the group. “Who’s in charge here?”

  Donen looked around. His own mate, Aria, Renier, and Carmen stood on one side of him. Caleb and Marissa, Turk and Chris stood on the other side. Piwaka, Penelope Ann, Aimee and the others completed the ground. Donen swallowed. “None of us is in charge. We’re all friends here.”

  “Who are you?” Aria asked. “How did you get onto that ship?”

  “I’m Sophie Dean, from Oshkosh, Ohio.” She arched her eyebrows at the women. “You’re human, aren’t you? How did you get here?”

  The women exchanged glances. Who should answer? Marissa broke the silence. “We were all abducted by the Romarie. Most of us crashed here on the way to the slave markets. We’ve been here ever since. You are welcome here, too. This planet is inhabited by peaceful people who have made us welcome.”

  Sophie nodded. “Thanks, but we won’t stay. The Romarie abducted us, too, but we mounted a revolt on board and seized control of the ship. We were planning to execute the Romarie and fly the ship back to Earth when they managed to land here. I guess it was their last chance to escape. Now that they’re all dead, we’ll go ahead with our plan to ride the ship home to Earth.”

  “How will you do that?” Emily asked. “The ship must be disabled.”

  Sophie shrugged. “I don’t think so. When it crashed, I only had time to run a check on the electrical system before the Romarie tried to break away. It was fully operational. Samantha over there is an aircraft mechanic with Boeing back in San Antonio. She’ll take a look and fix anything that’s wrong. I’m sure we can get the old boat to fly.”

  Marissa blinked. “I always thought the Romarie operated their ships by telepathy.”

  “We all thought the same thing,” Sophie replied. “But after we got control of the ship, Samantha found out it isn’t true. They just have different controls for everything. She learned how to fly the ship.”

  “How did the Romarie manage to land here?” Chris asked.

  “We had them locked in a storage compartment,” Sophie replied. “We planned to kill them as soon as we figured out how to fly the ship, but they must have hacked the computer system through the wall. We couldn’t stop them before they entered orbit around this planet.”

  Carmen shook her head. “This is amazing. And now you’re flying back to Earth, just like that. It doesn’t seem possible.”

  Sophie looked from one face to another. “You could come with us if you like. There’s plenty of room and plenty of supplies now that the Romarie are all dead. You don’t have to stay here.”

  The women looked at each other, but no one answered.

  “How long have you been here, anyway?” Sophie asked.

  Carmen looked at the ground, and Penelope Ann gazed toward the trees. Marissa answered. “We have been here for years. We have families and children here. We’ve been very happy here.”

  “That’s lucky for you,” Sophie replied. “I hate to think of the other women the Romarie must have taken from Earth. Who knows where they ended up? But you all must have families and friends back on Earth. They’ll be wondering where you are. They’ll be happy to get you back.”

  Marissa glanced at Chris and Aimee. Carmen stole a glance at Renier, and Emily took Faruk’s hand. “I don’t know about my friends, but I’m staying here. I’ve got all I need here. Thanks for the offer, though.”

  Sophie turned to the others. “What about the rest of you? Does any of you want to come back to Earth? This could be your last chance.”

  No one moved. In the end, Aria took a step forward. “We’re all happy here. We’ve made lives for ourselves here, and we’ve worked hard to make this planet our home. We’ll stay here.”

  Sophie let a puff of breath out through her lips. “I don’t understand it, but I won’t try to argue with you. I never expected to find humans out here in space, but I can see your minds are made up.”

  Aria shook her hand. “Thank you. I hope you have a quick and easy journey home.”

  Sophie shot her a grin over her shoulder. “I don’t suppose it would do any good to tell anybody back on Earth where you are or that we’d seen you.”

  Aria smiled back. “I don’t think so. If I was you, I would find a way to get back so no one knows you were gone. The fewer questions asked the better.”

  Sophie nodded and hefted her gun onto her shoulders. She kicked the nearest Romarie corpse. “You don’t mind if we leave them here, do you?”

  Marissa waved her hand. “Leave them. They’ll be dust in a few days, and no one will know they were here.”

  Sophie and her friends strode back to the ship. They waved to the friends, and the door slid down in front of them. The black outer panels slammed into place and sealed them inside. A whine of machinery burst out of the hull, and the ground quaked. In a moment, the whole hulking vessel lifted out of its crater and levitated into the air. It hovered overhead for a long moment, turned, and sailed away over the eastern horizon.

  The friends watched until the ship faded to a speck in the sky and finally disappeared. Anna sighed. “They’ll be having pizza for dinner in a few weeks.”

  “They’ll be shopping for bikinis and talking to their friends on their cellphones,” Marissa added.

  “And they’ll be spending Christmas with their families,” Aria put in. “That’s the part I miss the most.”

  Donen eyed her. “You could have Christmas with your family here—whatever that is.”

  She smiled up at him. Her eyes glistened. “You’re right. There’s nothing stopping us.”

  “What about the cellphones?” Chris asked. “None of us will ever see one again.”

  Aimee tore her gaze away from the patch of sky where the Romarie ship disappeared. “We all chose to stay here. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m happier here than I ever could have been on Earth. I
won’t regret the decision I made today.”

  Anna took her hand. “None of us will. I just never expected to have the chance to go back, and now I’ve turned it down, just like that.”

  One by one, they turned away. “We’ve got the future in front of us. We’ve got homes to go to and people who love us waiting there. None of us has anything to complain about.”

  They hugged each other all over again. All the pain of past flew away with those women and left them glad and bright. They laughed and kissed and chattered about the future. The unexpected visit lifted the pall of tension from the men, too. They talked freely about the future and made their plans. In the end, they clasped hands.

  “Good-bye!” Emily and Faruk led the way east, with Anna and Menlo behind them.

  Donen and Aria followed. “Come to us soon, Aimee. We’ll have a team ready to trace the border and draw up new maps. Then we’ll send copies of the maps to all the other factions.”

  Renier and Carmen set off after their own column toward the west. “Good-bye! See you in a few weeks.”

  Caleb and Turk set off running south toward their own territory. Chris watched them out of sight. Then she turned to Marissa. “We better go, too. Are you ready?”

  Marissa nodded. “Let’s go.”

  Chris clasped Aimee’s hand. “I sure wish you were coming with us.”

  Aimee laughed. “I don’t.”

  Chris waved her hand. “You know what I mean.”

  “Yeah, I do,” Aimee replied. “See you later.”

  Chris and Marissa set off on the trail along the canyon toward Lycaon territory. Aimee turned northwest and found Piwaka waiting for her. “Where’s Penelope Ann?”

  “She went on ahead,” he replied. “She’s meeting Aquilla, and they’ll be gone from the village when we get back.”

  Aimee sighed. “Do they really have to leave? She’s the only person I know among the Avitras.”

  “You know me,” he pointed out.

  She took his hand. “You’re right. I know you. I know all I really need to know.”

  They passed into the forest shadows, on the road home.

  THE END

  The New Angondra Preview

  Book 1: Taig and Tara

  Chapter 1

  Taig and Tara crouched behind the bushes and peered through the foliage at their Lycaon village home. A scattering of leaf huts dotted the clearing. Men and women, children and old people worked, lounged, talked, and walked back and forth to the stream beyond the trees. Pointed ears stuck up through their fur on their heads, necks and shoulders. Their lithe bodies twitched with every sense alert to the forest around them.

  “What are they doing here?” Taig asked.

  “You know as well as I do,” Tara replied. “They’re friends of Mother and Father.”

  “They’re Ursidreans,” Taig pointed out. “They don’t belong here.”

  Tara smacked her lips. “You know better than that. The Ursidreans are our friends, and these people are ambassadors from the Ursidrean Supreme Council. They’re the first of many Ursidreans who will cross our borders, so you better get used to it. Look. There are the two young men Mother told us about.”

  A group of Lycaon assembled in the middle of the village. One tall man with black fur and another, shorter man with chestnut fur stood side by side at the center of the group. Two women with no fur and no pointed ears flanked these two men. They were human—Earthling.

  Another group emerged from the trees and approached the Lycaon group. The heavyset Ursidreans lumbered when they walked and their thick shoulders swayed. Their leader towered over the Lycaon, but his dark eyes danced his heavy brows when he clasped the Lycaon leader’s hands in friendship. He threw back his head and his laugh rang through the trees.

  “That’s Faruk,” Tara whispered. “He’s the one responsible for this peace agreement.”

  Taig snorted. “It’s Father who’s responsible for it, if anybody is.”

  Tara paid no attention to him. “Look at the woman next to him. She’s human, just like Mother and Marissa.”

  A small woman with straight brown hair hugged the two Lycaon women one after the other. They laughed and wiped their eyes. “I wondered when we would ever see you again. How are you, Emily? Tell us everything about your life and Anna and Menlo and all our old friends.”

  Emily stepped aside and waved her hand and two more Ursidrean men with dark hair and heavy shoulders stepped forward. The two Lycaon women gasped. “Are these your twins?”

  Emily nodded. “This is Allen, and this is Taman.”

  The woman standing next to the Lycaon leader lowered her voice. “Are they really only seven years old? They look like eighteen.”

  Emily smiled. “Angondran children develop so much faster than human children.”

  Chris frowned. “Allen. That’s not an Ursidrean name.”

  “It’s my surname,” Emily replied. “Taman isn’t an Ursidrean name, either. It’s Bulgarian for ‘garden’. Where are your children, Marissa?”

  Marissa looked around. “They’re hiding here somewhere.”

  “What about you, Chris?” Emily asked. “Where are these twins we keep hearing about?”

  “They disappear whenever we want them to make an appearance,” Chris replied. “You can’t keep them out of the forest.”

  The shorter Lycaon man, Chris’s companion, pointed to the foliage where Taig and Tara hid. “They’re right over there. They’re listening to every word we say.”

  The three women craned their necks to see. Chris shrugged. “Just ignore them, Turk. They’ll come out sooner or later.”

  “Nonsense” The man called toward the bushes. “Come out of there and show your manners.”

  “We better go,” Taig murmured. “You know how Father gets when we try to hide from him.”

  Tara nodded, and the twins stood up so the whole party could see them. They came to Chris’s side, and she smiled up at them with a mother’s pride.

  Emily gasped. “They must have grown as fast as my boys. They’re fully mature.”

  Chris nodded. “Taig stopped growing last year. He’s taller than Caleb now. That must be my grandfather’s genes coming through.”

  Turk slapped Taig on the shoulder. He leaned back to look up at his son. “He doesn’t take after his old man at all.”

  Taig blushed. Tara looked the two Ursidrean boys up and down. At close range, she noticed their brows didn’t overshadow their eyes the way their father’s did, and they moved more smoothly than other Ursidreans. Their mother’s human blood dampened the brutish effect of their father’s heritage.

  Tara caught Allen studying her back, and she dropped her eyes to the ground. Emily murmured in Chris’s ear, “She’s beautiful. She looks like you.”

  “She’s all Lycaon,” Chris replied. “She likes nothing so better than running through the woods. That’s all she and Taig ever do.”

  “It is not!” Taig argued.

  Another deep voice boomed through the forest. “Where is he? Let me at him.”

  The Ursidreans parted, and a huge man with a shaggy orange mane around his head shouldered his way through the crowd. He held out his arms. “There you are, Caleb. It’s been too long.”

  He threw his arms around Caleb and lifted him off the ground. His laugh rolled through the treetops and up to the sky, and the others laughed with him. Caleb laughed until he coughed, and the big man set him back down on his feet.

  Marissa clasped his hands. “Welcome to our village, Renier. We’ve waited a long time for this moment.”

  “The honor is all mine.” Renier bowed and kissed her hands. “Any village would be a royal one with you in it.” He looked around, and when he saw the young people, he frowned. “Are these who I think they are?”

  Marissa nodded. “These are Faruk and Emily’s twin boys, Allen and Taman, and these are Turk and Chris’s twins, Taig and Tara.”

  A sh
ort woman with cropped black hair appeared at Renier’s side. The women embraced her. “Carmen!”

  “It’s so good to see you again,” Carmen exclaimed. “You’ve all been working so hard to open up the borders, but this was our first chance to come visit. Renier has his hands full taking down the village near the Avitras border and constructing a new one deeper in our territory to take its place. It’s been non-stop work for five years straight.”

  “None of this would be possible without Aimee carrying our communications back and forth,” Chris replied. “She’s the lifeblood holding this peace agreement together.”

  “I wish she was here now,” Emily remarked. “She should share this moment.”

  “Has anyone heard from her recently?” Turk asked. “I haven’t seen her in months.”

  “She hasn’t stopped running since we sealed the peace agreement with the Avitras,” Emily replied. “She should take some time to rest with her own people.”

  “Maybe that’s why we haven’t seen her,” Turk suggested. “Maybe she took some time off.”

  “I wouldn’t blame her if she did,” Marissa added.

  “She’s not pregnant, is she?” Chris asked.

  “When would she have time to get pregnant?” Marissa asked. “We’ve seen her every couple of months since this peace process started. I think we would have noticed if she got pregnant and had a baby.”

  Marissa’s hand shot out and she shouted across the village. “Stop right there!”

  Two tall figures slipped behind a hut on the opposite side of the village and blended into the shadows. Marissa darted forward and dragged them into the open. “Not so fast, you!”

  She hauled them back to the group. “I’m really sorry. They do this every time.”

  She let go of a young Lycaon man. He brushed himself off. He stole glances at the group, but mostly he kept his eyes on the ground. He stood as tall and square-shouldered as Taig, but he had black fur instead of chestnut. “This is Ari.”

  A young woman jerked her arm out of Marissa’s other hand. “Let me go!”