War: A Sci-fi Alien Invasion Romance (Captured Earth Book 4), page 1
War
A Sci-fi Alien Invasion Romance: Captured Earth Book 4
A.G. Wilde
War
War © A.G. Wilde 2022
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Contents
Disclaimer
War
Before You Read
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Epilogue
Other books by A.G.
Acknowledgments
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About the Author
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Disclaimer
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only.
All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older.
War
SAN'TEN
The war has begun.
While my brethren find mates with these new hyu’mankin, I want nothing to do with such relations. There is only one need within me and I have been waiting for a long time to sate it—a need for WAR.
And I get a taste. It is a sweet fire that fills my soul as I destroy the beings who have ripped my world apart. I will know nothing sweeter…
That is…until she wakes.
When Mee’na escapes from Base Zero, I am the only one who can retrieve her. A traitor. She colludes with the very beings I have vowed to destroy. And my vengeance knows no bounds.
I will find her.
I will bring her back.
And she will pay.
But that sweet fire, that taste of war, is nothing like the fire I encounter on my quest. I am suddenly fighting two battles, and the one that will claim my heart, my soul, is the one I cannot afford to lose.
Before You Read
TW: This book contains references to forced relations and spawn resulting from the character’s experience. Though it is not the focus of the story, I understand if such mentions may be upsetting for some readers. I totally understand if you decide to skip this read for that reason. I have many other great books you can explore!
<3 AG
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MINA
In the grand scheme of things, we all think we’re special.
That we mean something…that our existence has some purpose.
The reality is…we are nothing.
I have seen us from another perspective. I have seen us from their eyes.
We are…small…powerless…inconsequential…pests.
Like a nest of ants troubled by some outside force, we scatter. Our lives…we think are so important…but they are easily disturbed…shredded in the blink of an eye.
Our families…our relationships…our successes…our failures…none of them matter.
That we live, feed, breathe…means nothing.
We are weak. Each one of us, easily crushed.
All of us…inevitably…helpless.
These thoughts awaken with me like a shroud of dread as my eyes blink open to a harsh bright light. About the same time, my back settles against a flat surface, as if I’d been floating in mid-air.
The movement is so gentle, I’m not sure it even happened, but distracted by the brightness that surrounds me, I squint.
It’s hard to see, but it’s clear I’m somewhere…strange. Somewhere different. Somewhere I’ve never been before…and I’m not sure if I am alive…or dead.
There are no wires attached to me like there would be in a hospital; yet, I’m drowsy…medicated…not myself.
I grunt as I rise into a sitting position, still squinting at the white walls of what is a small room.
There is no one here except me, and the silence…the silence is deafening.
But as my body regains control of itself, as my mind comes back online, it’s clear that I am, in fact, not dead. The clarity of my surroundings is too real.
Not dead. Completely alive. Alive and…naked, and I had been floating atop a table before I woke up.
The situation should alarm me…but it doesn’t. Waking up feels like coming out of a long, long sleep.
Slipping my legs over the edge of the table, my head swims a little.
Where am I? What is this place? And…how is it that I am alive?
I remember everything. Everything before it all turned black.
I’d been captured by one of those huge machines that wreaked havoc on us all. The same machines that trampled us like the ants they saw us as. It had lifted me up, ignoring the screams that tore from my chest as it held me miles above the ground, before it locked me in its belly. There, I’d waited, watching in fear as one by one the other women around me were pulled farther into the machine, only to return with their bellies swollen.
Even then, I’d known my fate. Known what the machine was keeping me for.
It wouldn’t be long before I, too, was bred.
A harsh pulse goes through my head as a memory awakens, causing me to wince and grip my skull.
I was bred.
And I was going to die.
Just like the others, my belly grew. Much faster than normal. Much faster than it should have. My stomach roils and I grip my midsection. I remember it. How it felt moving inside me. How it squirmed in my womb, stretching my belly, as if impatient to force its way out. And then I remember them.
More aliens.
Different ones. Ones that didn’t come in the huge machines.
Dark, scary ones. The…the…Vullan.
They saved me.
They saved us. And then…
I blink several times, trying to remember more as my fingers dig into the soft skin of my stomach.
I’d been bred. But yet I live and…
My gaze falls to my stomach where I’m gripping myself.
There’s no creature growing inside me anymore. Somehow, it is gone. The only indication that something happened to me is the faint scar that runs down my midline.
A fully healed wound that hadn’t been there before.
I’d been cut…or maybe, it had torn itself from within me.
I don’t know. I can’t remember anything else.
Slipping off the table, I land on my feet, but almost collapse. My legs buckle like I have not used them in a long time. But that can’t be. Everything I remember feels like it happened yesterday.
I take one, two shaky steps forward and manage to bear my weight. The uneven breaths that shake from my chest are the only other indication that my body hasn’t been used in a while.
An unfamiliar shroud surrounds me. Air that makes my mind swim. Outside my body, I float, as if watching myself.
The dull ache and numbness in my legs seem far away. The weakness in my body, a mere side effect of whatever my physical form endured.
I’m not dreaming…but it’s almost as if…I really am outside of myself.
Not the Mina that I knew before.
Different. Changed.
I brush the feeling aside as I turn to look around. There is no door in this room. No entrance. No exit. It is like I am locked in a box. A tomb.
When I look up, the light above me is all I can see. No hatches. No secret doors on the ceiling.
I have to find a way out.
Pulling my body, pain rockets through me as I brace on the surface I woke up on, forcing my muscles to obey my will.
A few more shaky steps and I press my fingers against the wall, leaning against it as I catch my breath.
Again I look around.
The only thing in the box is that table floating in the center. Nothing else.
This could be a prison…but despite the lack of windows and doors, it doesn’t feel like one. And I sense that…this place belongs to them. The Vullan. It has to. Otherwise, I’m trapped once more.
The thought registers, but the terror that should accompany it remains at bay. Outside myself, it doesn’t reach me. That terror, that fear, is for the female I’m watching crawl along the wall, trying to find a way out.
Moving s
lowly, I feel along the wall for any indentations or any buttons I can’t see. But it’s not till I reach a certain section of the wall that something finally budges.
A hole appears, forming into a large oval shape that’s three times my size. An exit. And outside of it is a well-lit corridor with dark walls.
I stare out for a few seconds, not knowing what to expect. But when I don’t see anyone, I finally get the courage to step out of the white room.
The hole in the wall closes as soon as I step through it.
Walking down the corridor, my steps are light, quiet.
I do not know where I am going…and I still do not know where I am, but it is clear this is a large structure. The corridor winds and connects with another, then another, and I keep walking until…sounds. Voices.
Human voices.
They make me pause as I listen.
No sudden urge rises within me to run towards the sounds. No urge to run away, either.
Only one thing happens.
A sort of indescribable feeling crawls over my skin.
I remember what it was like in the last moments before the machine grabbed me and deposited me within itself. Saw how humans devolved right in front of my eyes. Saw people forgetting how to be…humane. Men rushing to get away from the terror that fell upon us while they trampled women and children beneath their feet. People running to save themselves and leaving their friends behind. Cars mowing down pedestrians, trying to escape, not caring whether the people they hit lived or died. Shopkeepers shutting their doors as if the four walls could save them.
And, during all this…I was alone.
I had no one with me, but it wouldn’t have mattered.
Nobody got away.
Those lucky enough not to be caught had been crushed instead.
So…the voices I hear…listening to them, neither happiness nor sorrow fills me.
Instead, there is a sort of dread.
Who do you trust when you cannot even trust your own people?
Forcing my legs forward, I head toward the sounds and soon I find their source.
Humans. Women. Quite a few of them, busy doing various tasks within…within a cave? We’re in a cave. A big one. And this structure that I’ve woken up in… is a ship.
I stand on top of a ramp, looking down at the spectacle below me. There are humans here. Happy, safe humans. The woman that was me watches them, while I watch her. I note she should be happy, but no feelings go through her…no feelings go through me.
I am numb.
Movement in my peripheral vision is the only reason I turn my head, and maybe the old Mina would have gasped at the sight of the huge, dark aliens staring at me.
Several of them, some standing only a few feet away, stop what they are doing to stare, and I realize they have been standing there all along. Blending into the cave’s shadows as if they belong to the darkness.
One steps forward and my hazy memory of the Vullan species is colored in.
Ridges run along every inch of their bodies—the black suit they wear doing nothing to hide them.
He is huge, dwarfing me if I was standing right beside him. Bulging muscles ripple along his shoulders and arms in a way that makes him look unreal—created by a machine and not something biological.
My gaze flicks up to his angular face, sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and pointed ears.
Atop his head, several dark braids are pulled back flat against his skull.
He is pure darkness—the only thing darker than his skin being the cold darkness of his eyes.
Those eyes move down my body before they flick back to my face. There, he pauses, his chilly gaze boring into mine before his skin…his suit, ripples, small spikes growing along his arms as he stares at me.
I remember this one.
I blink as he takes another step toward me before one of his kind grips his shoulder, holding him back.
But his gaze doesn’t flinch. Those dark, cold pits remain on me.
I don’t know how, but I remember him. I remember him because he is the one that wanted to kill me.
“Mina!” My name doesn’t pull my attention away from the alien glaring at me, not even when it’s shouted again and I’m enclosed in the arms of a woman.
“Oh my God, Mina. Y-you’re awake!”
A face supersedes my view of the alien and only then do I focus on the woman in front of me.
I remember her too.
Sam, I think her name is. She helped me once. We were in the belly of the machine together.
She’s one of the reasons I’m still alive.
“Sam,” I whisper. My voice sounds…alien. Coarse, like my voice box has been resting for far too long. But Sam doesn’t seem to notice. She chokes on a sob as tears fill her eyes. Gripping me, she pulls me against her once more and I’m dimly aware we’re being surrounded by more women, all chittering about the fact that I am awake.
They seem happy to see me. Happy that I am alive. And once again I note that it’s a happiness I should feel.
My brain acknowledges that fact; yet…I feel nothing.
“You have no idea,” Sam is saying, “no idea how worried we were. When you didn’t wake up after the surgery, we worried you might…” She trails off before shaking her head. “Never mind that. You’re awake now. That’s all that matters!”
Then her eyes grow wide. “Oh God, we didn’t even leave any clothes in the med bay for you. You must be freezing!”
She shouts behind her for someone to get me something to wrap my naked body in, but I don’t pay any attention.
Apart from Sam, I recognize none of the other women, and my gaze slides back to the alien that had been glaring at me.
He still is.
As if frozen in space and time, he’s still being held back by one of his kind, his eyes on me.
The intensity of his gaze sucks me in, and all I can do is stare back.
“You have awakennnned.”
It’s a whisper, like a wisp of smoke in air, but the voice still makes me jerk. My eyes widen a little as I stare at the alien. But even as I look, I know the voice didn’t come from him. It couldn’t have. His mouth didn’t move.
My gaze darts around the cave, across the faces of the women fussing over me, but none of them seem to have said the words either.
I…don’t know where the voice came from.
When I return my attention to the glaring alien, our eyes lock once more.
In the darkness of his gaze, there is no warmth there. Only cold, cold darkness.
I focus on him, even as the women lead me down the ramp, a blanket of some sort wrapped around me.
“We have been waiting for you.”
Again, the whisper is like wisps of smoke.
A spike of fear shoots through me; yet, I do not know the cause.
Fear. Real, chilling fear.
As my gaze remains locked with the icy darkness of the alien’s, fear is the first real emotion to penetrate the numbness surrounding me.
2
SAN’TEN
I have spent many rotations watching…waiting. Waiting for the time that has now come.
When we set off after the enemy that destroyed our world, there was only one thing on my mind.
That singular thing remains.
I have not forgotten my purpose…and it is vengeance.
Each day the star retires on this world, while the hyu’mans rest and my brethren work, scenes of Edooria’s destruction replay before my eyes.
I am haunted by them.
