Winda was always the underdog. The one who no one ever thought would be good enough to handle a big threat. Or let alone encounter an alien that's hellbent on hunting down anything for its skull. After miraculously surviving in the wilderness with this creature, she and him soon discover that they are both against a common enemy. And that the only way to slay it is to hunt together.

{ Beauty, Blood and Honor. } In a world on the brink of collapse, where steel cities choke the sky and the rich toss scraps to the dying, one woman walks the line between survival and vengeance. Seraphina Kael - once a decorated military captain, now a ghost among ruins - has nothing left but her mind, her fists, and a secret buried deep beneath the earth. Down in the dark, something waits. Something not of this world. But make no mistake: this is not a story of redemption. This is a story of blood, lust, power, and control. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ​As usual, the story will have sexual themes, gore, blood, crude language, and is not suitable for all ages. 🚫 ​The music and images I will include will only serve to give an idea of the events, and characters, but they will not be my creation; they have their own creators and artists. 🤓 ​I hope you enjoy this story. 💖 As usual, leave a comment or a rating if you wish. 😉

Yautja x Human OC Her will is unbroken. Her defiance is absolute. When a human captive stands against a powerful Yautja warlord, a primal conflict begins, forcing her to find a new path to survival in a world where she is nothing but a prize. Artwork of Dral'Zhakur was done by the amazing WicesheZZ! ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING!!! ⚠️ PLEASE READ! This story contains scenes and references to SA, r*pe, violence, and character deaths! I will not be marking individual chapters, so please assume the entire work may include these themes. If these subject matters are distressing or uncomfortable for you, I STRONGLY advise against reading. This book is not for you!

Thirty-nine years after leaving behind the hellhole at Sezei, Ah'kaedh has come to terms with the fact that he will never find his Girl. Moving on is not easy, and his path has been painted with the red of all the human mercenaries he has been hunting down. *** This piece is Nameless' Sequel

You are the youngest of the crew to be invited but are also the brightest, especially for your age. Your area of expertise stems from various positions. A prodigy, one could call you, of only twenty-seven years old. You had been on specialized training at a young age when your knowledgeable abilities peaked. Now, you are called upon to accompany on this journey to Antarctica to find this so-called pyramid. If only your abilities included being psychic, but you were only intelligent and good at what you do; that being survival in nature. The only downside to this was that you did not have a professional experience, only a personal one. This would be your first official job and you were about to fight for the survival of more than your life.

How does one make the dead atone for their sins? Rosaline Weyland had been another piece of Peter Weylands very strategic life choices and yet one he hadn't quite anticipated. Being born prematurely as a homebirth and an experiment to see if the med-pod that her father had designed would work in such a scenario, she had been burdened with a life under his control. Her weak condition had been an invitation for Peter Weyland to create a prototype, have an experimental trial for a technology to perfect for himself eventually. One for eternal life and perfect bodily function and how far a living human being could get to being a machine. Yes. Peter Weyland had made his second daughter into the only Cyborg in existence - without remorse, without concern. He should, however, have been concerned. As pain is a breeding ground for resentment and all sins must eventually be atoned for.

Who wouldn't love an all-inclusive, all expenses paid vacation in a tropical climate? Renee Williams, that's who. After exposing a big shot politician for being a creep with her genius level hacking skills, her punishment was to be shipped off to a tech-free detox resort so she was safely out of their hair. Whatever. Let them do damage control. Renee knew their cute attempts to fortify their digital closets would only take her minimal efforts to take down. She only needed to do her time and make it back home...right? Baaul is investigating a sick Yautja, hellbent on performing twisted experiments on oomens. The Bad Blood is proving to be clever in his attempts to hide, so Baaul must use every ounce of his intellect to figure out his prey's next move. And he may have found a most unexpecting way to do so. His tracks keep leading back to an ooman facility. Specifically, a single room that seemed to belong to an ooman female that this Bad Blood seemed to find interesting. He soon sees why and the answer will lead to his ultimate change of heart.

***TRIGGER WARNING!***This entire book is a trigger warning I am not going to label which chapters are what. Just know this will contain S/A scenes and the suggestion of r*pe. I do not care to hear your opinion on the way that portion is written, if any scenarios like that make you uncomfortable then this is not the book for you. She was sent as a tracker with a military group to recover stolen tech. She didn't expect to be hunted. Jade was used to being alone-until the mission dropped her into a jungle thick with secrets and men who didn't expect her to last a week. But something else is watching her. Not one of them. Sol'drex is no man. He's a predator born in bone and blood, a silent force from beyond the stars. And he's chosen her. She becomes his obsession. His prey. And maybe... something more. But the line between hunter and lover was never meant to be safe. In this jungle, devotion is savage, and surrender might be the only way out alive.

"You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? The organism is....how do I explain this? Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility." She says, as she watched the xenomorph hiss softly at her. It tilted its head, as if it could understand her. She stared at the xenomorph, as it hissed softly. "It is," she continues, the perfect organism whose structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. I admire the creature's purity as a survivor, unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality," She finishes.