Alien Beast By Luna Hunter May 2026

Through the frost-edged glass of the observation deck, I saw him. He was a mountain of muscle and obsidian scales, his eyes glowing like dying embers in the dark. He wasn't one of the colonists, and he certainly wasn't human. He was the reason the ship had drifted off course.

"Who are you?" I managed to whisper, clutching my thin thermal blanket as if it could protect me from a predator that looked like he could snap the ship’s hull in two. Alien Beast by Luna Hunter

"You're awake," he rumbled. The vibration of his voice didn't just hit my ears; it rattled my ribcage. Through the frost-edged glass of the observation deck,

As he moved closer, the fear in my chest began to twist into something else—something hot and dangerously electric. I had signed up for a new life on a distant world, but looking into the Beast's eyes, I realized the world I was going to inhabit wasn't a planet. It was him. He was the reason the ship had drifted off course

The air inside the cryo-pod hissed, a sharp, clinical sound that signaled the end of my long sleep. I stumbled out, my legs feeling like lead, only to find the colony ship Aurelia silent. No klaxons, no automated greetings—just the low, rhythmic thrum of a failing engine and the smell of ozone. I wasn’t alone.

He stepped into the light, his tail lashing behind him with a predatory grace. "I am Vraxol. And you, little human, are the only thing standing between me and the end of my exile."