Alien Romance Box Set: Alien Cube: The Sci-FI Alien Invasion Romance (Books 1-5)

by Ashley L. Hunt

  Luke

  “Take it easy, Luke. You’re nearly killing those poor guys today.” Merv said after I took down yet another defenseless man.

  “My sincerest apologies,” I reply flatly, lifting my brow. In truth, I was not sorry. The last man wanted to make a show of it for his girlfriend who was in the audience, and I gave him a show, alright. What was happening was that I used to have a better sense of my own strength. Before, I was always sure to only use about 25% of it so that no one would get hurt, but lately, my mind had been elsewhere, and my focus had been poor.

  My wandering mind made me a bit uncensored in the wrestling ring, and unfortunately, this was not good for the safety of those who had decided to challenge me.

  There were two thoughts that occupied my brain most days:

  What is the current state of the battle on Hecate?

  Is she safe?

  Regarding the first question, I needed to find a way to return to the battle to know where we stood. When I last left the planet, Grim was losing large quantities of blood from the blows of my sword, but I had no doubt that he lived on, and perhaps was engaging in battle with even more force. His troops were now equipped with nano armor, and it was my hope that when I returned - and I had full confidence that I would find a way - the Corin would have fully developed the ionic radio technology so that we could still defeat the Krill aliens - nano armor or no nano armor.

  In regards to the second question, this was the one that was more pressing. If I knew that she was safe on Earth, then I would at least be partly satisfied. But the problem went much deeper than that. She needed to be with me.

  I had not returned to Sun Valley yet because when I was pulled through the Gate, I landed back at the Carnival. I knew, when I asked Candice to be mine, that she was in pain, and I couldn’t bear to see it. I feared that I had caused this pain and that my Curse had finally begun to affect her life in a way that I could not possibly stand any longer.

  But I still had to have her near me. It was my fate and hers.

  “The humans are not like us.” Leona had advised me one evening shortly after my return. My contortionist friend sufferered from her own intergalactic Curse, as we all did, but hers was similar to mine.

  “Thanks for the tip,” I replied. Tell me something I didn’t know.

  “If you love that girl, you need to let her go.” She had said, taking a sip from her flask and smoking a cigarette.

  “I’m here, aren’t I? She’s back in Sun Valley.” I said, trying to get her off my back.

  “But she’s in here.” She put the finger on my forehead. “And she’s here.” And then the hand over my heart. “As long as she is in there, you’re never going to set her free.”

  I considered Leona’s words for many days. Did it make me a tyrant that I refused to let her go? I made no apologies for my behavior - my thoughts and my desires. I could no sooner let Candice go than I could give up my need for air.

  “You need to watch yourself, Luke,” Merv said, chomping on his cigar. “You’re losing control of yourself. I actually think that guy needs to go to a hospital.”

  “It’s a minor injury to the left shoulder. He will recover.”

  “I think you dislocated it,” Merv said.

  “It was unintentional.”

  “Well, these folks in New Mexico might tolerate it. They like a little blood. But just watch yourself when we tour back through Arizona. Those desert folks don’t need to see any more desolation. They need to smile.”

  I stopped and stared at Merv, not giving away what I was thinking with any expression on my face.

  “Did you say Arizona?” I asked.

  “That’s what I said. We made a lot of money there. Arias the Angry rakes it in in the desert, so just try to stick around here for a while, if you can. This side of the Gate.” He added.

  What Merv didn’t realize was that just uttering the word ‘Arizona’ threatened my existence on this planet, because I could feel the delight filling my veins. I saw her face, and I remembered the small things that we enjoyed together.

  It was strange, how she changed me. Before, it was only the taste of blood and the excitement of the battlefield that brought a smile to my face. But now, thoughts of her small, delicate frame, the way I took her hand in mine, and how she smiled - these are the things that filled me with nearly as much pleasure.

  “Don’t you worry, Merv. I’ll be sticking around for that.” I look to the left and saw Leona, who had been listening in on this exchange. There was disapproval on her face because she knew why Arizona was not a desert to me, but an oasis.

  Now we had a problem. The pleasure was escalating. If Candice did not want to be a part of my Curse, then I would spare her that, but if I was in the same vicinity as her, and could be assured that she was safe and cared for, then one of my greatest needs would be fulfilled. In fact, it was the only need that I felt on Earth.

  I am fading.

  Blood is pumping through my veins, and my skin is disappearing. I’m going through the Gate.

  “Arias! Did you have a pleasant trip?” Septimus asked, seated at the round table in the war room.

  “Very funny,” I said, sparing no time but nodding my head at a soldier to retrieve my armor.

  “We’re glad you’re back. With all those wounds that you gave Grim the last time that you were here, you’ve become one of the most famous warriors in the history of this galaxy.” Septimus said with pride.

  “It’s wasn't too difficult,” I said, taking a seat at the full table and pushing my hair out of my eyes. “What’s the status of the ionic radio technology?” I asked, immediately getting down to business.

  “We’re almost there. Any day now.” Halifax said with enthusiasm.

  “That’s fantastic news,” I replied. My chest swelled with pride when I thought that we were going to be able to beat the Krill at their own game.

  “But we have bad news,” Septimus added.

  “And what is that?” I asked, already annoyed.

  “The Krill have joined forces with the Argyles.” He said.

  The room went silent. The Argyles were short, stumpy aliens that looked as though they were made of wood. They used to be quite a dominant alien race, but when the Krill came to power, they moved back to the forests of their planet, Frick. Although all this time the Corin thought that the Argyles had changed into a peaceful people, in reality, they were hiding out in the forest and developing new weapons.

  “Grim bargained with them. He knew that they were creating laser firearms that were like nothing ever seen in the galaxy.” Halifax said.

  “I don’t like this news,” I said. “This means that we’re going to have to create more advanced technology to fight back with equal force. Or even better, wipe out their planet entirely to destroy their weapons.”

  “Well, there’s a new hope as well. Diplomacy.” Halifax added. What made me respect this old general so much was that he was always looking for a way to accomplish things without violence. Of course, I rather liked the violence, but I appreciated the sentiment.

  “In what way?” I asked .

  “The leader of the Argyles, Oofa, has asked to meet with you.” He said, and the room hushed again.

  “Why is that?” I asked.

  “I do not think the Argyles have officially joined with the Krill, and before he makes the pact, he asked to meet with the most feared soldier in the galaxy.”

  “I see.” What could Oofa possibly want with me? I was intrigued.

  “He asked that we inform him of your return to Hecate, and he was notified immediately. Would you be amenable to a formal meeting this very evening?” Septimus asked.

  All the various Generals and high officers around the table looked at me with expectancy. I could tell that they felt I was their only hope.

  “I will meet with him,” I said. If there was any chance that this meeting would delay or even end the pending union between the Krill and the Argyles, then it had to be a
ttempted.

  “He has requested that it take place on neutral ground. You will both fly to an anonymous spot on Hecate where a tent will be erected.” Halifax said.

  A tent. How quaint. Will I ever escape carnivals? “I’ll be ready as soon as you bring me my armor,” I said.

  “But Arias, why don’t we give you lavish robes to wear—“ Septimus suggested.

  “No. Armor,” I replied.

  My armor was my second skin. I already knew that I was a large creature in human terms, but on Hecate, I liked the extra size that it gave me. Compared to the nano armor, mine was old-fashioned, but I preferred it. Made of steel and stone, it was crafted by Corin hands and built with integrity. The strength of it was so great that it had lasted through eons of battle.

  “This way, Arias.” A soldier said.

  I was escorted to the hovercraft - the most technologically advanced that the Corin had in their fleet. The journey was brief as this was also the fastest vessel on Hecate. We landed in what appeared to be a wooded area. It made sense that Oofa should choose this kind of environment because it reminded him of his home planet.

  The back of the plane opened and dropped to the ground, turning into a set of stairs. I walked down the stairs followed by a group of Corin soldiers holding their laser weapons. Oofa was there, standing in the forest and almost blending in with the trees. He, too, was flanked by many Argyle soldiers.

  “Greetings,” Oofa said. His voice was deep and gnarly as a tree trunk.

  “Greetings,” I replied nodding my head.

  “Please, come inside.” He said, and motioned his thick arm towards the camo tent. It was large and spacious and on the outside looked as though it was covered with foliage.

  Stepping inside, I saw that the tent was perhaps 30 meters high, and I was immediately impressed by Argyle engineering. Who would have thought that these aliens, so woodsy and natural, were also the ones who had created the most deadly weapons in the galaxy?

  “Have a seat,” Oofa said. There were soft green and gold cushions on the carpeted floor.

  “I have heard of your pending union with the Krill,” I said, taking a seat and getting right to business.

  “You have heard right.” Oofa said, smoking a pipe. “Might I pour you some Root?” He said.

  “No, thank you.” I didn’t mix business with Root. It diluted the mind.

  “I’m going to assume that the union doesn’t please you,” Oofa said.

  “It does not,” I replied curtly.

  “I suppose you’d rather we side with the Corin.”

  “No, I would rather you had not created weapons that are so deadly. I think that soldiers should fight like real soldiers. Call me old-fashioned.” I replied.

  “I see. You have the heart of a true warrior.” Oofa said with a grin.

  “You have to be able to stand before the creature that you intend to kill. It’s honorable.” I replied.

  “I do like the way that you think. We Argyles are honorable people, but we can’t help that we’re inventors, and we must protect ourselves. The best way to protect ourselves from the Krill is to join with them.”

  “I find that cowardly,” I replied.

  “Arias, I’m willing to negotiate with you, but there’s something that I need from you. Something very important.” Oofa said, leaning in with a hushed voice.

  “And what is that?” I asked.

  Just then a hologram suddenly appeared, directly between the Argyle leader and myself.

  “What—“ Oofa exclaimed.

  “Hello, Arias. Welcome back.” The image of Grim appeared before me, shimmering in thousands of blue pixels. The picture went from fuzzy to perfectly clear.

  “Grim,” I said, standing from the ground. “I should have known you’d find me.”

  “I always know where to find you, Arias.” He replied. “Like perished food, you’re easy to detect.”

  I laughed. It was a funny joke.

  “To what do I owe this honor?” I asked.

  “Well, I know that you’re back here on Hecate dealing with war,” Grim said, clasping his hands behind his back.

  “Business,” I said.

  “Aha! Business. Well, I was hoping to help you mix some business with pleasure.” He said, leaning towards me.

  I pause. I sensed that I was about to be thwarted in my pursuits with the Argyles.

  “What kind of pleasure, Grim? Other than reliving when I stabbed you seven times in the torso.” I said.

  His face grimaced.

  “That’s pleasurable for you, so why don’t you take a look at what’s pleasurable to me.” He said.

  The picture changed and Candice appeared in the holographic field. What was about to happen?

  “Candice,” I said softly.

  “Yes,” Grim said, reappearing and putting his six claws around her. “Candice.”

  I looked down, and my hands and legs were fading. It was the pain. Grim knew how to control the pain.

  “Bye bye, hybrid-human,” Grim said, holding Candice tight.

  This is all it took to pull me through the Gate, and the timing couldn't be worse.

  •••••••••••••••

  CHAPTER 2

  •••••••••••••••

  Candice

  Christian was wearing me down, I was afraid. And that was possibly been the intention the whole time. We sat down at the bar, and he ordered me a vodka martini, of all things, and unfortunately/fortunately, it went down so smoothly.

  Since seeing that poster on the front of the Main Street Dive I had been totally lost in my own thoughts. It was like there were two different people here - the Candice that was being polite and making conversation with Christian, and the Candice that was thinking about the fact that Luke was coming back to Sun Valley.

  “This is a lot of fun,” Christian said, taking the last sip of his martini.

  “Yes, I like this place,” I said, looking over at Pearl who was watching our interaction. Almost like Pearl could sense the truth about this situation, she viewed the proceedings with a bit of doubt in her eyes. It was like she could see right through me. Oh, Pearl. My sage.

  “Would you like another one?” Christian asked, looking at my empty cocktail glass.

  “Um..sure,” I said. It was a poor decision, but my mind was just getting hazy enough for me to relax. The thought of Luke being here - of confronting him again after all that had happened - made my heart beat and my face flush. Was this fear that I was feeling? Or just intense excitement? They felt the same, for some reason.

  “Here you go, girl,” Pearl said, placing the martini glass in front of me with her spindly hand. The length of her red fingernails reminded me of Krill talons. She would be great in battle. I imagined the Krill would have nothing on Pearl.

  “Thanks, Pearl,” I replied. She pushed a dish of bar nuts in front of me, by way of saying eat something.

  The truth was that I hadn’t eaten all day and having bar nuts would probably be a smart choice, although I just couldn’t get myself to do it.

  I drank my second martini and started to feel a little like I was spinning, although much more calm.

  “You saw that sign outside, didn’t you?” Christian asked. Apparently, he had seen it too but just didn’t want to talk about it.

  “Yes,” I replied, looking down at my drink.

  “Ever since you saw it you seem on edge.” He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. This was very perceptive of him.

  “It’s hard to talk about, Christian,” I said, really not wanting to get into it but also needing a friendly ear. But how could I ever possibly describe the actual nature of our relationship without being locked up in an insane asylum?

  “I understand. You don’t have to.” He said. “But you do look like you could use a good meal.” He added. Here he was, being persistent again. I had to admit that at this moment, I needed to give in.

  “Yes, I should eat something,” I
said, placing my empty martini glass down with a laugh.

  “Come on, let me buy you dinner,” he said. Christian wasn’t pushy, just friendly, so it seemed like a good idea.

  “Okay.”

  “We don’t have to go to that Italian place again. People carry swords at that joint!” He said with a laugh. This made me laugh, too, and I was grateful that it broke the tension.

  “Well, that’s the only good restaurant in Sun Valley so you may have to settle for a burger joint, instead,” I said.