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On a far-off colony, humans tower over the local species who grow the plants they need. Narr keeps the workers in line—someone has to. But when Narr learns just how short-lived their species is, the little alien embarks on a big mission: to find out why their people die and how to stop it. Stubborn and hopeful, Narr has a plan for the locals, for humans, and for the future.

It seems Max is one of many people abducted from Earth to participate in the Cosmic Games, conducted by the Intergalactic Consortium of Civilized Beings. Humanity and three alien species have been recruited to wage war on behalf of ICCB members in a conflict over resources. The species that wins the game for their benefactors will return to their home planets, rewarded with the knowledge to guide them to peace and immortality. The other, losing species will be made extinct.

Chris Randall and his family are on the run with a group of renegade soldiers led by General Gold. Having stolen a Kyron shuttle and escaped from the occupied cities, they are safe - for now. General Gold has a plan to strike back against the Kyra. Meanwhile, one of Earth’s old colony ships has returned, and they have revealed the invaders’ weakness: the Chrona. But are the Chrona a new enemy or a friend? Chris isn’t sure, and he isn’t convinced that striking back is a good idea. Yet, one thing he knows without a doubt: The fate of the human race hinges on the answer.

I thought I'd escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong. I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games. None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station. Then, a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery. Now, even though they're supposedly over, I'm back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me. Guess it'll make for good television back home.

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.

There are a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery, but it takes only one. Every unmarried female human over the age of 21 gets entered once a year. You can also accept extra entries for legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

I was stolen by invaders when I was three seasons old and taken to Lord Vunne’s chamber. There, he tried to mold me into a monster. I became fast friends with other youngling males who I soon called my brothers. We protected each other, until Vunne sold us to the Galaxy Games, a series of traps and pitfalls with an elusive final destination. If I complete my desert course, I’ll be free, but if I fail even one task, I will face extermination. I don’t care about what happens to me. My life was lost to me when I was three.

After my mother gave me to the Shiedar invaders as a child, they took me to a place where screams of pain echoed around me. The leader tortured me and other young males I soon called my brothers. In his determination to twist me into a feral warrior, the leader turned me into a beast. To protect myself, I built a barrier around my heart; a simple task since my people only experience muted emotions. Only when we meet our fated mates do our feelings come alive. Then I was sold to the Galaxy Games, where I’ll now complete a series of nearly impossible tasks. If I win, I’m free.

As a child, I was stolen by the lord of my planet’s invaders. He brought me to the chamber, where he held others he’d also taken. Through the years, me and my new brothers were twisted into beasts, each with a unique ability that shouldn’t exist outside of myth. We’re monsters. Any female who gazes upon us will run. Now, we’ve been entered into the Galaxy Games. It’s my chance to break free. But I’m paired with an Earth female who makes me see color for the first time, proving she’s my fated mate. I’ll finish this Game. I’ll free my brothers. And I’ll claim her.

Aliens say humans shouldn’t be so curious. But I want to know what Agnorrians are. Male, female, both, or neither? I can hardly turn down an opportunity to spend some intimate time with a beautiful Agnorrian royal when asked. I know people say Agnorrians are hazardous to humans, but how can a species that is so perfectly made be dangerous? Each story will describe a night in the life of one human woman and an alien. My stories are for open-minded science fiction fans, contain scenes of a sexual nature, and end as realistically as they begin.

David Troughton reads a brand new tale featuring the Second Doctor, Jamie and Zoe. The Doctor makes a hasty landing on a satellite, only to discover that it's a one-man prison in space. Markan is in exile from his own people, banished to live out his remaining days with only his robot for...

Humanity is being replaced by artificial intelligence. Nothing new. However, what emerges as the most prized natural resource is the creative human mind. The alien hybrids must urgently cull, digitize, and upload those remaining minds to the blockchain for marketing to AI developers before the human extinction event. The hybrids also realize that the creative mind has access to a powerful world that they want to explore and profit from. The hybrid elite meet their match with Cliff, whose creative mind is a little too creative, when he turns the tables on them.

I was in my garage, when the space elves addressed the whole world. They didn't call themselves space elves, of course, but most humans struggled to pronounce Khjurhnalva. They had a message for us: Forces that had eradicated their species' males were heading for Earth. The space elves offered us access to the System, as cooperation was vital to the survival of both our species. I, Mathew, know all of the above is bullshit. I saw the truth with my own eyes, heard it from their beautiful, deceitful mouths. No one believes me, though. A planet-wide, survival reality show? Ridiculous.

An original full-length novel set in the Halo universe and based on the New York Times bestselling video game series! Find. Claim. Profit. In a post-Covenant War galaxy littered with scrap, it’s the salvager’s motto—and Rion Forge certainly made her mark on the trade. All she wanted was to...

The New York Times bestselling series based on the blockbuster video game for Xbox! It is 2555, more than two years after the Master Chief went missing-in-action following a decisive conflict on Installation 00—the massive, extragalactic Forerunner construct known as the Ark—as part of the...

The first invasion of Earth was beaten back by a coalition of corporate and international military forces and the Chinese army. China has been devastated by the Formic's initial efforts to eradicate Earth life forms and prepare the ground for their own settlement. The Scouring of China struck fear into the other nations of the planet; that fear blossomed into drastic action when scientists determined that the single ship that wreaked such damage was merely a scout ship. There is a mothership out beyond the solar system's Kuiper Belt, and it's heading into the system.