A WAR AMONGST THE STARS
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A WAR AMONGST THE STARS
A Star-Crossed Lovers Series: Part One
An Epic Sci-Fi Fantasy Novel
Far beyond the galaxy, Serena wakes to find one tall, dashingly handsome creature that she can’t seem to look away from.
Zurhen, an alien not from this world, but from a kingdom set on ruling the multi-verse in a revenge seeking war, invades, finding Serena held captive and imprisoned on a slave ship. Tortured and tattered, only one thing comes to mind, save her. Save her and never let her go.
There’s something cosmic about a love between two fated mates. Some may even say... Extraordinary. Either way, these two lost souls have found it. A love among the stars and together, they will begin to understand that what they share, is hotter than the hottest of burning supernova stars.
Action packed, suspenseful and thrilling. A massive galactic war is coming and you can expect there to be blood, murder, mass genocide and plenty of steamy taboo interspecies alien sex.
Laser guns will be blazing. Special celestial powers will be blasting and otherworldly creatures will be set on ravaging not just their enemies, but their own mate in the most pleasurable of ways. It’s going to be an alien bloodbath, but no matter what, one thing is definite, nothing will come between an alien and his human mate. Nothing.
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When I was a boy, and the only child, father and mother had brought me along with them to the lower Isles of Mellivia. A stretch of small islands off the far coast of the golden city of Villaine. The islands had just been hit by a massive storm, taking many lives, leaving what was once a thriving, beautiful location to visit, a place of death and ruin. It was my first official royal visit as the young Prince of Mel’Vargon and one that I would remember, forever.
As my family and I had walked upon the high rubble, I gazed out upon the catastrophe, never witnessing such calamity. Many roamed, some too distressed to function, others screaming and crying out for their lost loved ones. Confused, I had asked mother why they did not leave when we offered them escape. That was when mother took my hand and looked down on me.
“Because this is the only home they know. You can try to save them all, but in the end, you cannot save the ones who refused to be saved.” That was my first royal lesson. A lesson that I refused to agree with. In my young mind, I gazed upon the aftermath, vowing to myself then, that if ever faced with such violence again, I would do everything in my power, to save them all. To save everyone, no matter the cost.
“What crimes did they commit, to be treated so badly?” Nay’ahli wonders. Emerlum and Cur’rav meet beside us. We gaze upon the first few cages that contain some of this ships’ captive prisoners.
“They must have done something terribly wrong, otherwise, why would they be in here?” Emerlum states.
“This is wrong,” Cur’rav mutters. Cur’rav is right. This is wrong. These creatures need help. They need our saving.
“Nay’ahli, radio Doctor Senuli and his medical team,” I order. “These prisoners are to be transferred and given care. I want them fed, hydrated, bathed and treated for whatever they may need,” I instruct.
“Commander Zurhen,” Nay’ahli speaks. “I would like to suggest sedating each prisoner. We still do not know what we are dealing with here. They could pose a threat, Commander Zurhen,” she informs. We will have to see to that threat later. Right now, all I witness before me are victims in need of saving. So, that is what we will do. We will save them and figure out what to do with them later.
“She is right, Commander Zurhen,” Cur’rav agrees, and they have a point. As much as I do not want to cause further distress to these victims; our lives, and the lives of our soldiers and all aboard our vessel, may be at risk, if we do not take proper action, in securing them.
“Fine. Sedate each one before transfer. After proper care, we will keep them weak enough to subdue but not weak enough to resist speaking or eating. Alert medical staff of my commands.”
“Yes, Commander Zurhen,” Nay’ahli responds. “I have word that Doctor Senuli and his team are coming aboard for retrieval.”
“Good. Have our soldiers assist in the transfer.” I wonder off, down the narrow pathway ahead, gazing upon each being, trapped in their small cell. Every being appears of a different species, some familiar, some the same as others, and some significantly different, but all with one similar thing in common. Each one huddles amongst themselves, trembling from the cold. They are but skin and bones. These beings were starved. Starved to the point of death. Many are immobile. Maybe they already are dead. I cannot tell the difference.
I move forward, passing each cell when a soft, delicate voice catches my attention. I cannot understand what it is saying, but nevertheless, it draws me in and captivates my curiosity. Following it, I move in haste to get a glimpse at what pulls me towards this delicate, soft-spoken voice. In a hurry, I pass the cells between us, needing to be closer to whatever it is that I hear. The tune of its’ voice grows louder, as I grow nearer. Anxiety surges through me just as my heart begins pounding against my chest, the thrumming echoing like drums within my ears. I cannot understand the words it speaks. Is it speaking a foreign language or just inaudible?
The need to be closer forces me into a full sprint. I race down the corridor, passing every prisoner without a glance and then— An overwhelming sensation unlike anything I have ever experienced, strikes me hard and true. Like a punch to the gut and a shock upon my entire body, I stop abruptly, holding a hand against my pounding heart. There, two cages down, a small, huddled being can be seen through the metal bars and witnessing it, something in me... shatters.
“No,” I whisper, hoping that it is not dead. This creatures’ back faces me. I cannot see its face, but I want to. I need to. I reach its cell, my hands gripping the bars strongly. I observe this being. It whispers a strange language amongst itself. Something unfamiliar. It’s shivering, rocking its body back and forth, and for some strange reason, seeing this small being like this... I snap, feeling my wrath grow tenfold what it was once before.
Pulling on the bars to the door of the cell, I rip it off its hinges, tossing the cold metal behind me. It hits the wall with a loud bang, falling onto the floor, it’s iron clanking against the ground. The small being jumps after hearing the loud bang. I startled it. I scared it. I did not mean to and now I feel guilty. I use caution, slowly approaching the huddled being, preparing myself for whatever may come. This is dangerous. Idiotic. This being could strike me down where I am, but from its obvious and vulnerable state, I do not think it is capable of even turning over.
The closer I move upon it, the better I can take in its appearance. It is small. Smaller than my kind. Almost fragile in comparison. Its clothes are dirty, ripped, and tattered, barely covering its form. Claw marks appear down its back and beneath it, what should be signs of ripped flesh, appears to be only smooth, pale skin. I move around the front of this being and squat, curious to capture a look upon the face it hides beneath its matted, dark hair.
“Commander Zurhen,” Nay’ahli speaks. “I strongly urge you to separate from the being and back away. You do not know the danger it poses,” she warns.
“It is too weak to pose any danger,” I whisper, too afraid to scare this little being with a voice louder than what it is. Gently brushing its hair behind its ear, I find myself needing to see the face of this being, and when I do, I gasp.
Her face. Even behind the filth, her features are convincingly unique. I have never seen anything like her, and I have come across many species from far across the universe. Her eyes are closed, blinking rapidly. Her lips barely move, mumbling incoherent words of which I do not understand. I cannot help but stare at them, wishing to know what they speak. A sudden urge to touch her, overpowers my cognitive reasoning and before I know it, my hand reaches out, now resting against her cheek. Her very, soft... tingling cheek.
Something tingles. My cheek. It’s warm. It’s the only spot on my body that is warm. I wish I could feel this warmth everywhere else. I miss the sun. If only I was blessed enough to feel the rays. Just think of the beach Serena. Remember its warmth. Remember the— Wait. Something is not right. This feels too real, leaving me to assume that it is not the warmth of sun that graces my cheek, but the warmth of someone’s hand. Someone is touching me. Someone is touching my face.
I do not know where the extra strength comes from, but it manifests, making itself known. My eyes open, staring into the clearest light blue eyes of another. Another unlike me. Another like I have never seen before. I cannot look away. I don’t think I even have the power to blink. I’m frozen. Enamored. I have felt power before but this... this is something more than power. This is something extraordinary. This is, magic and it has me utterly captured. Mystified.
Her skin... it’s cold but smooth. The smoothest skin I have ever felt. I caress it, trailing my fingers gently up and down her cheek. The contact... I cannot pull my hand away. I cannot resist touching her, not with the way my skin reacts when it meets hers.
I gaze upon her. I gaze upon her body, her skin, her hair, her many curves. Her hips are wide, perfect for birthing many offspring and her breast... they will indeed nourish her children plenty. More than plenty. I cannot deny that her features are enticing. Beyond enticing. Enough to force me to fight against the beast within to not come forth and run his hands down the curve of her body, but that will not happen. We are not like the beings who had abducted and imprisoned this being to die. We are not like them, nor will we ever be.
The thought of this beauty being assaulted by these savages, ignites a cosmic fire inside me. I had felt immense anger watching my family being slaughtered but imagining her being abused... this is a whole new feeling. Rage, guilt, and sorrow plague me sickly. I do not know this being. I do not know where she comes from, nor do I know what kind of wrong she has done, but none of that matters. Not when the urge to protect her, supersedes all else.
She is fragile. Like the iridescent feathers of an infant Willenlir bird. Maybe that is why I am drawn to this being. I have always been drawn to those of a fragile state. The internal need to care and protect the vulnerable have always been a weakness of mine. A weakness because I know going in, that not all creatures survive my care and when they do not, it always somehow surprises and shatters my heart just a little more than the fragile thing I had lost before.
“What are you saying, little one?” I whisper after hearing her continuous, inaudible mumbles. Leaning in close, my face hovers just before her own. The warmth of each one of her weak breaths blows against my lips, causing mine to part and inhale her own air with a welcome. I am intimately close, observing her closed, blinking eyes. It is as if they want to open, but cannot and I wonder if— I gasp, freezing where I am when they suddenly do.
Green. Bright green eyes pierce my own. Like me, she does not move. She does not speak, she stares, curiously. Maybe she is waiting for me to harm it. If so, that is the last thing that I want it to believe for I will never do so. I lift my hands, surrendering to her without hesitation. Her bright green eyes observe my hands and then her head turns, looking to Nay’ahli. The being jumps, frightened when she notices Nay’ahli pointing her gun directly at her. The little one flies to the back corner of the cell within a blink of an eye, moving away from not just Nay’ahli, but me too.
“Nay’ahli! Gun. Down.” I command.
“Commander...” she starts to say.
“There is no threat here,” I grit, angry that she has frightened this little being. Turning my head, my sole attention is now back on the little one who cowers in the corner. She trembles in fear, waiting for some sort of torture, but none will come to her. No longer will she know pain. Not when I am here, with her.
Her bright green eyes find mine, locking on them fiercely. She watches my every move, hesitant in her actions but also curious in nature. My hands lift once again, letting her know that I mean her no harm. Moving slowly towards her, I study her every move, taking quick note of any immediate threat she may impose as I approach her. Surprisingly, she allows me to move near and for some reason, the trust between us brings a wave of joy upon me. When I am but a hands length away, I stop, kneeling in front of her.
“I am not going to hurt you, little one. I am only here to help you. Do you understand what I am saying?” I ask. Her eyes bulge, blinking. The rising and falling of her chest signifies that she is nervous. Worry and confusion play across her face, and I do not blame her for feeling as she does. The terrified anticipation she must feel of not knowing what I may do next, I am sure frightens and puts her on edge. Her head swings to my left.
“Commander, all prisoners have been— Commander... what are you doing in there with that thing?" Cur’rav worries. Thing? The derogatory term strikes an annoyance within me.
“Relax Cur’rav. I am fine,” I assure, my eyes never leaving the being before me. “What were you going to say?” I ask, while watching her watch Cur’rav and Nay’ahli nervously.
“Uh... well, all prisoners have been transferred. All except for this one here,” he says.
“Commander, “Nay’ahli speaks. “Thratur’s ship has been scanned of life aboard. No accounts of life except for us, some of our crew and this one. May I have permission to grant missile control complete annihilation of ship after remaining team and crew are off?” she asks.
“Permission granted,” I tell her.
“What are you going to do with that one, Commander?” Cur’rav wonders.
“This one comes with me. I am not letting her out of my site,” I vow.
“But Commander...” Nay’ahli begins to say.
“She has been through enough. After we board, I will see to her care myself. Now I want everyone off this ship, immediately. We leave at once,” I end with a gentle tone. As her eyes bore into mine, I know that we are connecting. Sometimes words are not needed and right now, our silence speaks volumes. Trust. We are learning to read one another. We are learning to trust one another.
“You may not be able to understand me,” I tell her. “But we have to go. I will not leave you here. You will come with me, little one. Okay?” I ask. Her big green eyes widen, scanning both of mine. “We have to go now,” I softly speak. My hands reach out towards her. She flinches, jumping back. The rejection sends a striking pain down through the soul of my being. She does not want me to touch her. I want her to trust me, but I understand that it will take time. Time I am willing to give, for trust is a reward that is earned through time, not forced upon meeting.
“You will learn to trust me, little one. You will,” I gently assure, and I see it. I witness something beautiful happen. Her eyes... they grow soft, just as her body relaxes after a long exhale. Could she have understood me, or does she perhaps only understand the language of my expressions, body, and tone?
“Do you understand me?” I whisper, excited that she might be able to, yet her confused eyes only widen, searching between both of mine.
“No. You do not,” I sigh in disappointment. Reaching my hands out towards, I wave my fingers, motioning for her to come to me. Her eyes drop, staring upon my palms, then up at me. I nod, smiling.
“It is okay. You can come to me,” I tell her. She is deciding on the best course of action for her survival and any other day, I would give her time, but time is a luxury that we do not have, not when missiles are locked and loaded, pointed straight for where we remain.
A short, surprising chuckle escapes my lips when her little hand reaches out towards mine. She is hesitant in her movement but slowly, she grows closer until her fragile hand takes mine.
“Huhh!” I gasp, wincing when a sudden, light shock escapes her hand, striking mine. It was quick, lasting only a split second, but it was within that split second that I witnessed something extraordinary. My wide, curious eyes stare into her nervous ones. She waits for my action, but I do nothing. I say nothing. Her secret is safe with me. The others do not need to know about the small bolt of white light that transferred from her palm to mine. It is none of their business anyway.
Out of curiosity, I look back to see if the others had noticed. Their heads are turned, quietly whispering amongst each other. They did not see. I sigh in relief and turn to face this little one. Her head is tilted. She is studying me. Confused, but so am I.
“What are you capable of, little one? I whisper, smirking. Pulling her hand, I have her rise to her feet. Her weak legs tremble, caving at her knees. She begins to fall but I capture her, holding her against me. For a moment while I kneel and she stands, our bodies press together and I feel... I cannot breathe. My heart beats too fast. We are close, her face but a warm breath away from mine and I swear that I feel a microscopic tingling sensation where our bodies touch. As we continue staring, I sweep an arm behind her knees and lift her, now cradling her gently while I stand.
“I am getting you out of here, okay?” I softly speak. She does not acknowledge me but nevertheless, I know that she understands what is happening. With one arm wrapped around her thin waist, I hold her, finding the closeness, an addiction that I do not believe I have the strength to deny. Her eyes close and she releases a long, weak sigh. She rests the side of her face against my chest, snuggling into me and for the first time in far too long, I smile. The warmth of my body must relax her. If that is the case, then she can have my warmth. She can have it all.
“Commander, we have to go,” Nay’ahli urges.
“Okay,” I speak, never parting my eyes from this little one’s resting form.
“You are going to be fine, little one, I promise,” I whisper. Turning, I exit the cell, following behind Nay’ahli. We make our way down the prison corridor, walking in haste. Once we pass the prison barrier, the little one in my arms shifts. Her eyes open, widening in fear as she observes her surroundings. A scared whimper escapes her lips, and she jumps in my arms, trembling while holding onto me tightly. I reposition my holding, now holding her little body with just one arm beneath her. I use my alternate hand to turn her head, forcing her to hide her face.
“Shhh,” I lean in next to her ear, to soothe her. “You are safe with me,” I promise her. My palm rests against the back of her head and I keep it there. She does not need to see the carnage left behind after war. Let her mind finally find the peace that it needs.
My team and I move forward, meeting Emerlum and the rest of our soldiers at the docking port.
“Who is she?” Emerlum wonders, while staring down at the little one in my arms.
“Someone that is now under the king’s protection,” I say.
“Oh,” he responds. Nay’ahli, Cur’rav, Emerlum and I wait just outside the ship entrance. We usher our soldiers in until the last of them goes through.
“Are we the last?” I ask. Nay’ahli glances down at her pad, scanning for any remaining life aboard. After, she looks up.
“Yes, Commander Zurhen. We are good to depart,” she states.
“Good. Let us destroy this filth then,” I seethe. I eye our surroundings one last time before looking to this little being I hold close.
“A new life awaits you, little one. I hope you are ready,” I tell her. With that, I turn, leaving this ghastly ship behind. We enter, allowing the air-tight door to close and lock behind us. I move forward and I do not look back. No, I leave behind not just the corpse of the being who had massacred my family, but the filth that this beautiful being I hold, had to endure for however long, but no more. No more filth. No more torture. For now, she will only know a life worth living. She will know a life at my side. That is, if she so chooses to.
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