The Trigulan are one of the many races who have mastered faster than light travel and have built space empires that span lightyears. They are part of the Galactic Alliance as prime members. They also happen to be the race that have conquered Earth and have enslaved humanity 250 years ago. Humans have been useful to them as slave labour and cannon fodder in the eternal raging wars. Atral is one of those humans that has been born on Drisraf, an agricultural planet and slave colony. He has almost no knowledge of human history except what has been passed on through the ages. The story starts on his 21st name day where the rest of his life will be decided... Any and all comments will be read and taken into consideration where possible. If you like what you read please "follow-up" or like... Thanks in advance and enjoy...

They buried him with a broken heart, unable to go on after his wife of 50 years passed away from cancer. Then they dug him up 300 years later, gave him a new body, new abilities and made him fight in a war to defeat the Velkin, a race of terrible alien invaders. He helped the Risen destroy the Velkin armies, defeat their Fleet Master and obliterate their massive siphon before it could drain the Earth of its vital goa. But the war didn't end there. It was just beginning. The sequel to Risen, Risen: Darklight is the second book in the Risen saga as it follows juggernaut Max Niekro in his quest to defeat the Velkin and save the Earth.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.