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Burn Archer

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Reads 30,466
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Parts 52
Time 4h 33m

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[#1 Romance] [#1 Dystopian]

"What's the girl who's being hunted by the entire universe supposed to act like?" Reckless. That's what the handsome alien who I only met after running into a spaceship during an alien invasion calls me. But I think otherwise.

My name is Burn Archer and I'm living a dystopian nightmare. 

To the universe, I'm known as a walking bomb.All Rights Reserved

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The General ✓ (Zolan Book 1) by Ancientt

Sex makes them stronger. We're at war, and the Zolano warriors need women in their furs to enhance their fighting performance. They're known for their skills in the battlefield and in the sheets, so it's easy for them to get volunteering women. Then there's me. I'm not there to have sex with alien warriors. I'm there to clean their dishes and laundry, straighten their sex-wrinkled sheets, and hope I don't anger any of these beasts. When The General comes to me and asks me to lift my skirt, he's shocked by my rejection. I've never seen this man looking anything but bored or angry. There's a dozen women here who wouldn't dream of turning him down, but he wants me-- his servant; the human with the plain body and the backbone to reject him.

The Way It Is by JessieGoodwin

I am not from this planet. Hell, I am technically not from this galaxy. However, that doesn't change the fact I am here now, and my job is to save what I can on this forsaken planet and what's left of its inhabitants. The problem is that not everyone wants to be saved. I know what you're thinking. You can't save those who don't want to be saved. I bloody well agree. The ones who sent me don't care what you or I think, though. All they care about is numbers. They need a certain success rate to continue to get funding for their "expeditions" and "peacekeeping" efforts. I use both terms loosely here. However, that's what they put on their records, and it's what sounds good and looks suitable to their investors. So this is the way it's going to be. So be it! Oh, did I forget to mention the Universe decided I was the lucky girl to help find the one person who could save us all from self-destruction? Yea, that is a shitty idea, but once again, no one cares what I think.

After The Fall - END by intimatepen

Twenty five years after the attack of alien spacecraft, Earth is no longer the same. Not for humans, let alone for me, who was born from a human and an alien. We are exiled because we are considered traitors and live on the fringes. It's not a problem for me because it brings benefits, especially in the marriage program that I have avoided for the past seven years. Until finally, I can no longer escape and have to follow this program. I have prepared hundreds of ways to escape, but they have thousands of ways to keep me there. To make matters worse, the alien who is my soon-to-be husband is the feared General. The worst news is that I am the sixth bride-to-be. The other five disappeared into the galaxy.

The Unsure by WithoutInk

(Rated R for strong explicit language) *Completed!* I'm just your average nobody. I've lost pretty much all the friends I had, and with it, everything that I once was. That was until my shining star Sarah appeared. She sort of made me feel like someone. Someone who's past isn't so bad. Someone whose just as normal as the next guy. But, like all stars, they explode in a giant supernova one day and all that's left is this awful darkness. You know, the type that puts you back from where you started. A place without a sun, or any planets of that matter. Just blindly floating in the nothing like a piece of dust. Yet, there's something different this time. What if being in the dark isn't as bad as I thought? What if there is someone who's in it, just like me? *Enter Keith's journey on figuring out girls, a guilty conscience, UFOs, and himself through everything that's left.

Spacial Illusions by The-Auctor

"Those aliens are not my concern, the Earth and her populations are. Now, Callisto of the Scout Regiment to Salutem, as a citizen of this planet and a soldier under my command-" "I stopped being a soldier a long time ago. And those aliens have done nothing to you, you didn't even know they existed until I told you about them. I joined this mission not because I was ordered to, but because I wanted to carve my name in history. But I will not mark my namesake as a murderer of the very first species we have found that is on par with human intelligence! If my legacy is to be the protector of those you refuse to acknowledge, then so be it." The room hissed and flowed with whispers and gossip between the different board members, like a waterfall being heard through thick earmuffs. The only voice to be clearly heard was Director Striker himself. "You are rooting for a lost cause, soldier. It is the manifest destiny of us humans to reach out and touch the stars. And if the only way to touch those stars is to sacrifice a few savages, then that is what we must do." Callisto felt her anger towards a man she once admired swell in her chest and wash through her veins with a burning fire. He was proposing mass genocide simply because he wanted what belonged to them. The wheel of history turns, but nothing is ever new it seemed. "Have you read a history book in your life, Director Striker? Manifest destiny is used a mere few pages before a genocide. It's not a motivation, it's an excuse." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fair warning: this is my very first original story so please be kind to my baby, she is a lifelong passion and a labor of love. •••COMPLETED••• •Please do not copy or post anywhere outside of these pages.

Not The Last {Rough Draft} by EmilySeifert

~Thank you for the continued love for this series! I was 13 when I began this book, and am now taking the time to go back to completely rewrite it, and maybe just publish someday~ I'm 15 and my name is Astrix. Let's start with that. That seems like an easy thing to start with. Now, let me add in some other details. I live in a zombie apocalypse. Yeah, that's about as enjoyable as I can make it seem. Now let me add in something else. I'm wanted by the CIA for reasons that I don't even know, but I guess I will find out eventually. Maybe somewhere within my story I will figure it out. I'm well known as The Bad Ass for reasons that are kind of obvious once you meet me. Maybe that's why they're after me? Because I'm a Bad Ass? Nope, I doubt that. Well anyways, the answers are out there. Along with the answers to my past. The answer to life even. Maybe it really is 42 but I don't think it would hurt to start looking at one. So here we go. Chapter one. Book 1 *Being completely rewritten, final product will not be put on Wattpad, but hopefully go to print* **Highest Rating--#44 in Adventure**

Lunar Virus ✔️ by its_really_not

Elodie's life changes at the turn of a doorknob when she is forced into joining a secret organization that claims to be protecting the Earth from aliens. But with every step she takes, she finds the organization, or the facility, as they call it, becoming more and more suspicious. When a mysterious death occurs, revealing a well-concealed secret, things quickly go downhill as humanity's future is placed on the shoulders of a single gaggle of teenagers. *** I hear a sigh from the other side of the door, "Miss. Chaucer, you have a wonderful opportunity here, are you going to take it or not?" Now, I am seriously confused, "Opportunity?" She takes advantage of my befuddled state and shoves the door open. Shit. The corners of her mouth pull up, and it's so unnatural, it takes me a moment to realize she's smiling. Major plastic surgery? Probably. Click. Did she just lock the door? She locked the door! I spring towards the house phone, dusty from years of doing absolutely nothing, so I can call the police. I don't make it. Halfway there, I trip on my own pant-leg and face plant on the floor. The woman steps over me and retrieves the phone. She looks at it as if it's a foreign object, "This won't be necessary. All I want to do is talk to you." For some reason, instead of screaming, I stay silent. She smiles and pulls out a chair from the kitchen table for me to sit on. When I don't sit, she says, "If you want to know what's going on, then sit." I think about it for a moment. She hasn't hurt me yet, and I have to admit, I am quite curious as to what's going on. So, call me stupid, but I sit down. "I am from a space organization that protects civilians from . . . outside threats." *** Beautiful cover made by @mahana258! HR: 203 in science fiction (5/8/18) Completed on August 15th, 2018 (Indian independence day!) *******This is not a zombie novel

A World's Bounty by MyMintyWinters

The time has finally arrived, where the earth has reached its limit. Food, water, and land, all luxuries we've taken for granted, have been slowly looming down on us as a possible issue of the future. But that was just it. An issue of the future. So we ran and ran until we were backed right into a corner. The future has now become the present, and we can no longer run. So how does humanity respond, when it's very existence is threatened? Does it respond with words? With ideas and theories? But what if that doesn't work? Does it respond by blade? How will humanity take on its biggest enemy yet... itself.

Hello, My Name Is Cupid (Book I) by NadjaPr

I was sent to earth to get to know the behaviour of humans - at least that's my official mission. I prefer going back to my old job. Which means, making people fall in love. But there is a major problem, as soon as I'd use my bow and arrow god would notice it. So I need to try it differently: I need to set up romantic events and do some talking - lots of talking. In case you didn't get it yet, I'm Cupid. No, I'm not the way humans imagine me. And earth is not the way I imagined it. This mission changed everything. Book 1 in the Enochian series Highest rank: #49 in paranormal

Hybrid: The Awakening by DuNdUnDUN2006

Nobody expects something supernatural to happen to them. Those kind of things only happened in comics. Fairy Tales. Unrealistic dreams that you'd fall asleep to, silently wishing for them to come true. At least, that was what these three teenagers thought. It turns out that there is so much more to their simple universe than they ever could have imagined. After each finding a strange alien artifact, the teens are suddenly thrusted into an intergalactic war. Alien species everywhere are trying to hunt down the most powerful weapons in the galaxy. And they are the ones in possession of it. When they run into a girl that claims to be from another planet, the three kids learn about the power given to them and the responsibilities that come along with it. Instantly, they are the most popular people in the galaxy. And for once, popularity couldn't feel more like a curse. Fighting grudges, fear, and distrust, the Chosen humans must travel to the one place on Earth where they might be safe. And with strange new powers, the teenagers struggle to live in the unfamiliar world they thought they knew so well.

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The General ✓ (Zolan Book 1) cover

The Way It Is cover

After The Fall - END cover

The Unsure cover

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A World's Bounty cover

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The General ✓ (Zolan Book 1)

Sex makes them stronger. We're at war, and the Zolano warriors need women in their furs to enhance their fighting performance. They're known for their skills in the battlefield and in the sheets, so it's easy for them to get volunteering women. Then there's me. I'm not there to have sex with alien warriors. I'm there to clean their dishes and laundry, straighten their sex-wrinkled sheets, and hope I don't anger any of these beasts. When The General comes to me and asks me to lift my skirt, he's shocked by my rejection. I've never seen this man looking anything but bored or angry. There's a dozen women here who wouldn't dream of turning him down, but he wants me-- his servant; the human with the plain body and the backbone to reject him.