Elonu (A Sci Fi Alien Abduction Romance) (Aliens Of Xeion)

by Maia Starr

“No, I mean we cannot shift at all. We cannot shift into full dragon, and we cannot shift into hybrid like you. We are not human,” he said.

  “Holy shit. What the hell is going on out here in Tiok?” Baca whispered to me. I sighed. I had no idea, but this could not be good.

  “If you are not with human, are you full Draqua?” I asked.

  “No,” he said.

  “Then what? Stop fucking around and tell us!” Baca shouted.

  “We are hybrid with Aeriwana,” he said.

  “What?! No!” I shouted. “Fuck!”

  “Yes, Candris has been overseeing the breeding program,” he said.

  “Candris…why would he do such a thing?” I said.

  “You will have to ask him yourself,” the Draqua said. I looked back at the lake; that was not going to happen.

  “It is a little late for that,” I said to myself. Then the Draqua began to speak. “Maybe it is too late for you too. Since you are going to fight to the death. Fight now,” he said.

  “What?” I laughed. “Don’t be absurd.”

  Bam! Baca hit me on the jaw.

  “Baca what the fuck!” I said holding my sore jaw. I saw the look in Baca’s eyes. He was not there. “Oh shit! Baca, snap out of it,” I shouted.

  I could hear the Draqua on the ground laughing. “Hit him.”

  “No! Don’t do it!” I shouted. I realized that this Draqua that was mixed with the alien race of Aeriwana had the same powers that I did. He had mind control, but I was only able to use it on humans, and not other Draqua. It seemed that Candris was purposely trying to breed a super Draqua. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed a big stone off the ground and flew straight up into the air. Baca followed and I had to use evasive flying to stop him from hitting me. I flew straight down. Bam! I hit the Draqua’s head with the stone. Baca landed on the rocks. “What the hell just happened?” he said.

  “Shit. This Draqua had mind control, and he was using it on you,” I said

  “What? I thought that did not work on other Draqua?” Baca said.

  “So did I. It does not work for me, but it seems to work for these Draqua that are crossed with Aeriwana. This is what Candris was doing out here. He was using the diverse alien races that live on this planet to create a Draqua that he can use as a weapon, and persuasion is a very powerful weapon,” I said.

  “Shit. We better get out of here before more come,” Baca said.

  “Good idea. Looks like we will be taking their ship back,” I said. We climbed into the ship and made our way back to Kelon.

  “When we arrive, tell no one what we have discovered except for Jix. I do not want to create panic among the Draqua on Kelon. They are barely starting to trust each other again, and I don’t want them to think they have to be wary of a new breed of Draqua that can make them do things they don’t want to do.”

  “I understand,” Baca said.

  It was a stressful voyage. I had to face a close friend and someone I considered to be a second father only to discover that he was a traitor. He was the cause for it all. He was the cause of the opposition uprising, and now I did not see that cause going away. It was only getting stronger. Then I had to deal with the new information that there was a new Draqua out there that was more dangerous than any I had ever known. I wondered how long it would be before they showed up on Kelon. It was probably only a matter of time

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  MELODY REEVES

  I was worried as I always was when Cylo was not with me. He had a habit of doing this. First, he left me on that cliffside when he went to jump back in the water to get gold from his ship with a monster trying to kill him. Then he left me on the island of Kila alone as he fought his brother. Both times he had me terrified that he was going to die, and now I was worried again. He had been gone for three days.

  “He will be fine. He and Baca are a good team. There is nothing to worry about,” Jix said as he whispered to me.

  “I know I just can’t help it. That planet is very dangerous. I’ve seen what lives there,” I said.

  There was a knock at the door. “Who goes there?” Jix shouted.

  “It is Umbvo Corist,” the fisher Draqua said through the door.

  Jix opened the door just a crack and said. “Umbvo, this will have to wait. The king is very busy for the next couple of days. I will call for you when he is ready to see you.”

  “But it cannot wait. There is a problem with the fisheries on the south side of the island,” I heard him say.

  “Show him to the throne room, Jix,” I said.

  “What my queen?” he asked.

  “Show him to the throne room. I’ll hear his problem and see if I can be of help,” I said.

  “But…”

  “Just do it,” I said. Minutes later, I was wrapped in long robes. I was not going to wear the island loincloth and tube top bikini with a sheer dress in my pregnant state. I sat in the throne room and listened to the fisherman’s problem. I offered up a solution, and Jix listened. He agreed with it. I put the solution into action, and before I knew it, I had seen four more Draqua and helped to resolve their problems. It felt good to be of service and to help instead of sitting on my butt all day. Then I realized something, thinking about all the time that I had stayed away from politics with my father. Here I was now actually doing exactly that: practicing politics. I laughed to myself. He would be proud of me.

  The next day was another excruciating waiting game. Then a gust of wind hit my face. I looked up to see Cylo standing on the veranda.

  “Cylo! Thank god! I’m so happy to see you!” I said as I walked to him and threw my arms around him.

  “Mmm… it is good to see you,” he said hugging me.

  “I thought you might be hurt. I’ve been so worried,” I said.

  “I promised you that I would return, and I always do,” he said kissing me on the forehead. Then he moved into the chambers. “What happened?” I asked.

  “A lot. Where is Jix?” he asked.

  “He is standing guard outside the door today. I needed a little privacy this morning,” I said as he gave me a look like he was not happy that Jix was not in the same room with me. I was very aware of the dangers that anyone could fly onto the veranda, but I needed privacy! I was a pregnant woman!

  “I will tell you everything, but let me get Jix,” he said. He returned with Jix, and they quietly spoke.

  “We found Candris, and it is much worse than we thought. He was not only leading the opposition, but he was doing more than that,” Cylo said.

  “What was he doing?” I asked.

  “He was creating a mating program of sorts with Draqua. He was crossing them with other alien species to see what happened,” Cylo said.

  “What? That is insane. How long was he doing this?” Jix asked.

  “Years, judging by the fully grown Draqua we encountered that were mixed with Aeriwana,” Cylo said.

  “Aeriwana! What?” Jix said.

  “Yes, keep your voice down. There is a big problem. The Draqua we encountered mixed with Aeriwana had my powers of persuasion,” Cylo said.

  “Mind control?” I asked.

  “Yes, exactly, only this one used it on Baca,” Cylo said.

  “Holy shit,” Jix said.

  “Exactly,” Cylo said.

  “So what now?” Jix asked.

  “We have to keep an eye on it. These Draqua are too dangerous to be around. One was able to make Baca turn on me with a few words.”

  “What? Are you okay?” I asked.

  “Yes, I am fine, and Baca is fine. We got away and killed that Draqua but I am sure there are more like it. We did not stick around to find out.”

  “Anything else?” Jix asked.

  “Yes. These Draqua could not shift. They looked like us, but they could not shift to full dragon or hybrid,” I said.

  “That hardly makes them Draqua,” Jix said. “Where’s the dragon?”

  “I know, but they look like us, which means they cou
ld walk among us. So keep an eye out for anyone that you have never seen shift,” Cylo said. “Until then we will have to figure out another way to deal with these Draqua from Tiok. For now, Candris is no more, and that should be plenty for now.

  It was a heavy talk, and I had to admit that it had me very scared. The deep space politics was full of backstabbing and opportunists just like on Earth, but here there was magic, and it made it so much more dangerous. We tried to put the haunting notion of mind controlling Draqua that were out to kill us out of our minds as much as we could. We could not go living in fear forever. So we went on with our daily lives, and my new life as queen.

  Months later, it was as if the battle never happened. The Draqua began to trust each other again, and they were a lively village. But I think what also gave them hope was the birth of a new generation of royalty.

  “I am more happier than I ever thought I could be now that our son Teavin has been born,” Cylo said to me.

  “I am too. I am so happy, and he makes me happy every day,” I said.

  “And what about me? Do I not make you happy?” he asked.

  “Yes, you do,” I said.

  Cylo hugged me and kissed me. I was filled with happiness and hope. Now that I had our son, I was able to figure out a time to go back to Earth for a week. This was to keep my father from starting another search party. It was something that was needed, and it was one of the perks of being queen. But what was the best perk of all was the fact that I got to rearrange the household.

  Yes, that’s right, I kicked the harem out. Michelle and Sarah. I kicked them out of the palace almost immediately upon getting married. Baca found a new home for them with the warriors, and I was told the women were very happy. I did not care what they did as long as they were not in the palace and were away from me and Cylo. He just laughed the first time I asked him what kind of power I had as queen because he knew what I was going to do with that power.

  But even though we had endured some hardship, I knew that I did not regret any of it. I had asked for an adventure, and I got the adventure of a lifetime. It was the best thing that could have ever happened to me, being abducted by an alien that happened to be a dragon shifter. My life was never the same after that moment, and I was no longer the daughter of President Reeves; I was the queen of Kelon.

  The ominous presence of the opposition was still out there and would need to be faced again, but that would come in time. We did not want to live in fear of it and let it tear the planet of Kelon apart. For now, my husband kept an eye on it, and I kept an eye on our son. One day he would be dealing with the problems of the Draqua. It was something that every royal house of Draqua would face, but none were quite like what I went through and loved.

  The End

  Savage Alien

  (An Alien Abduction Romance)

  By Stella Sky

  Chapter One

  Sidney

  I’m a good listener. So when Karen started screaming, “Run, run, run,” I took off like a bat out of hell.

  I didn’t even turn around to see if she was alright.

  Instead, I listened to the sounds that were echoing behind me, a ‘THWOOP THWOOP THWOOP’ siren that reverberated through the ground. The sound of the creatures. The aliens.

  I hadn’t seen streetlights in so long that they were almost blinding as I ran down the dampened streets of the abandoned city. Snow bit against the ground under the beams of light and quickly dissolved as it hit the pavement.

  The backstreets of my old neighborhoods twisted in sudden darkness like a maze. If I could make it to my old house, I would be able to escape through the woodlands behind my backyard. Back to safety.

  The vibrations of the aliens who were no doubt still chasing me grew stronger. So strong that I thought I might lose my footing, but then I saw it. My old front door. If I had a moment for my brain to catch up with my sight, I might have cried then. But I just wanted to get into my backyard and hide.

  I raced past the old wrought iron fence, a rotting black, and found myself in the middle of the wet back lawn, still covered with heavy rotted fallen leaves, freshly snowed on.

  My breath was barreling out of me as I knelt down and pressed my back up against the shed, shaking against the wriggly metal. I heard a loud scream in the distance; down the road maybe. Something foreign. One of them.

  I felt my teeth chatter violently and gripped my sidearm, waiting for the beast to come at me.

  Make my day, bitch, I thought. But nothing happened.

  Then suddenly ice-cold fingers were on my arm, and I flinched back, falling hard against the shed siding.

  “Baxley, shit!” I swore and pushed my commander away from me; his black curls and stiff beard looking shiny under the motion-activated lights.

  “Where’s Karen?” he said, his gravelly voice difficult to understand when he spoke in a whisper as he did then.

  Karen, our lead scientist, was taken by them eight days ago. We being a small group of survivors. The revolutionists who hid and managed to keep out of sight long enough for the aliens to leave us alive; leave us alone, believing there was nothing left of our people. No one left to kill.

  And then one day, Karen was gone, and everything changed. Twenty years of hiding all thrown to shit because she had a hunch to test.

  Baxley and I went on a mission to get her back, but she didn’t welcome our rescue. Turns out she liked her cage.

  “Not here,” I snapped back, pushing Baxley away from me.

  “You left her?” the middle-aged man snapped at me, pulling me up and leading me instinctively toward the woods.

  “Hey, she told me to run.”

  “Yeah,” he said dismissively, raising and lowering his brows quickly. “Way to follow orders.”

  I matched his expression and quickened my pace so that I walked next to him. “Hey, that’s what I thought.”

  My commander rolled his eyes and held his gun close. “So, what? We just leavin’ her back there? With them?”

  I shrugged, pre-annoyed. “She seemed pretty happy to me.”

  We made our way into the thicket: a dense wood that sprawled on for miles. It was in here that we were first able to lose the creatures: shake them from us long enough to catch a breath. But that was a long time ago.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked quickly.

  “Just what I said.”

  Baxley sighed. “Will you stop bein’ snippy and give me a straight answer, for once? You’re the biggest pain in my ass.”

  “You love it,” I teased. “B, we have to talk.”

  “What, you breakin’ up with me, kid?”

  I smiled his way, but neither of us picked up on the conversation offer. We had an odd relationship. Not only for commander and soldier, but for me being twenty-two and Baxley a cool fifty-five.

  At first, I thought of him like a… not father. But like a plucky uncle. One that always had great stories and seemed to run into the zaniest people. But by the time I turned seventeen, I began having different feelings toward him. I went through a crisis then. An, ‘if this is all there is, why not?’ phase where I rebelled.

  I rebelled within a rebellion, and it looked a whole lot like me sneaking into Baxley’s trailer—that’s where we hide, by the way: an abandoned trailer park on the outskirts of town—and kissing him deeply even as he protested.

  Out of either instinct or routine, we both crouched for cover, hearing a distant hum that neither of us could identify as being close or far away.

  Baxley drew his gun and traced it along the dark thicket, and I followed suit. We stayed deathly silent then until the hum disappeared for certain.

  “When I said Karen looked happy,” I began again, “I meant… she was kissing that thing.”

  “Rape?” Baxley asked in a furious whisper, his brows drawing together in confusion.

  “He didn’t have her sprawled out on the sidewalk,” I offered in a tone that might as well have been a shrug.

  “You k
now what I mean,” he warned.

  “I don’t think so,” I said.

  Karen had a theory about the aliens, these Vithohn, that I found disturbing. I’d spent nearly my whole life fighting them. Learning to trap them. Taking cues from Baxley on how to handle myself in a militia. My father was part of Baxley’s militia, and when he died, Baxley took me under his wing. I was cocking guns since I was eight.

  To me, the aliens were the ultimate enemy.

  But Karen… she had different ideas about them. About ways to control them: change them.

  “I’m not leavin’ her,” Baxley said suddenly, stoic.

  “Then you’re risking your own life, not mine,” I argued, traipsing further into the wilds. “I’m not going back there.”

  “She’s our second in command,” he snapped.

  “And you’re first in command, so deal!”

  Baxley didn’t like being our commander; he didn’t like others thinking he was in a position of authority. It was all a moot point, anyhow, since everyone revered and respected him. Everyone went to him when we needed someone to tell us how to survive.