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  Love From A Star

  A romance that's out of this world...

  A one off paranormal romance story, brought to you by respected paranormal author R S Holloway.

  What would you do if an alien life form crash landed and requested your help?

  That's exactly what's happened to Jalicia, and this paranormal hardly looks like what they show in the movies.

  With a male humanoid form, the ability to shift in appearance and an attractiveness not found on human males, Antash is one alien who is hard to say no to!

  Now tasked with nursing him back to health, Jalicia soon finds out he's been in the middle of a war, and both of their lives are in danger because of it.

  But that doesn't stop them from growing attracted to each other, despite their obvious differences.

  Will they be able to nurse Antash back to health, give into their mutual attraction and avoid the aliens threatening Antash's life?

  Find out in this paranormal and sci fi romance by R S Holloway of Shifter Club (search us).

  Suitable for over 18s only due to hot and out of this world sex scenes!

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

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  Chapter 1

  Antash rested his communicator next to him as he sat on the grassy mound atop the hill. He always came here before his rounds to relax, perhaps, or to get philosophical. He had many questions, and the stars above provided little answers for him; but as little as they did, they seemed to give him more than the Ackach, the rulers of his world. Antash was no ordinary person, in any form. He came from the planet Solaris, which resembled that of an advanced state of earth, and fell a few thousand miles south of Mars. Or at least that’s what they told him. He had never left his home planet, but always had high hopes of doing so one day. He just wasn’t sure how that was going to happen.

  He sighed as he stood and surveyed the ground beneath his webbed feet. It was soft, almost like mud, and he liked feeling it between his toes. He often, conveniently, forgot his foot wear, but then, he didn’t need it most of the times. His feet were hardened by the scales covering his body; foot wear was only necessary when he was sure to be trudging on unfamiliar ground which might bear thorns and harsher elements.

  “Doing the usual are you?” someone from behind him said.

  “Mekhi, I didn’t hear you come up,” Antash said as he turned to face his leader. Or one of them, that is. They were a unique kind, and looked nothing like Antash at all. While Antash was green, with piercing black eyes and possessing a human form, Mekhi was of a different breed. He had an animal form, almost like that of an armadillo, but with the ability to stand upright if need be. He needed to now, to face the Antash, one of Solaris’ finest warriors.

  “You rarely do, especially on this hill,” he squeaked as he scurried closer to Antash. “You know, stars rarely speak back.”

  “So I have come to see Master,” Antash responded. “But I ask anyway, because there is nowhere else I can probe.”

  “Still having thoughts of visiting another planet are you?” Mekhi asked.

  “I know you have told me, on numerous occasions, that there are other worlds out there, some farther away, others close enough to visit. We have the ships, so how is it that we have never gone anywhere? I would like to see the planet my people were taken from. We did not come from here, and that is obvious by the difference I see in the people here.”

  “Sometimes you will just have to trust in the wisdom of the elders my son; we know best, and sometimes it is better to stay ignorant of the things that plague our minds. Knowledge can be a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands.”

  “Am I the wrong hand?” Antash wanted to know. “What harm would I possibly do with information about my lineage?”

  “You never know Antash, you never know,” Mekhi responded. “Other worlds are there that are more advanced than ours, and others, not so much,” he told him. “The people on earth are less sophisticated than us, and they would not be welcoming of our kind because they do not know of the existence of other worlds. They can’t handle it. If you attempt to go there, like many before you have tried, they will hunt you, capture you and make you a specimen in a lab for the rest of your days. Is that what you want?”

  “No, Sir,” Antash admitted. “But if I could just...”

  “Maybe one day you will Antash, if your destiny allows,” he said as he walked away to leave the young man to his thoughts and his demons.

  Antash was not satisfied with the answer he received, but he was forced to lie content with it for the time being. He gazed up at the stars, and what he assumed might be another world, and let out a long sigh before he walked off. The glider hovered a few yards away in the valley, and he took long strides that got him within feet of it in no time. He prided himself in his height, an advantage not shared by many, though he was often mocked for being abnormal. Antash rarely paid anyone much attention, and went about his duties, his mind always farther than the petty nuisances his planet afforded.

  “Antash,” he heard a small voice call from his right.

  “Santina,” he said as he saw his only sister running towards him with a pouch. She was the only reason Antash remained cool and collected, because their mother worked too much and let the responsibility of being her father fall on him.

  “Hey, small one,” he said as he knelt and held out his hand for her. She charged into him and he wrapped his arm around her. “What are you doing all the way out here?”

  “I wanted to give you this,” she said as she held out a string of shells she had woven together around a wooden frame. “It’s for luck.”

  He smiled and looked at her before taking the totem. “You made this?” he asked her.

  “I did,” she beamed. She resembled Antash in every way, and he could already tell she was going to be taller than the average women on Solaris.

  “Thank you. I will keep it safe,” he said as he smoothed the scales on her head. “Now run along; I have work to do.”

  “Will you be back soon? Mama isn’t home as yet,” she said as she held her head down.

  “I will be. Come here,” he said as he held her hand and led her to the back of the glider. “See there?” he asked as he pointed farther north. “I am just going there, one quick turn, just to make sure there aren’t any monsters that will sneak under your bed when you sleep,” he said.

  Santina giggled. “There are no monsters.”

  “Well that’s just because I keep them away,” he told her. “I will be back before you fall asleep.”

  “Okay,” she said as she ran off. He stood there watching her, the only reason he hadn’t
tried to escape Solaris as yet.

  He walked around the glider and opened the door. Just then he heard a crackling sound coming from his communicator. He shook it several times before the audio became clear.

  “Antash, are you there?” he heard Jaquar asking.

  “I really need to get this thing fixed,” he said as he gave it one more knock. “Yes I am here.”

  “Have you gone as yet?” he asked.

  “No Jaquar, you are not coming with me tonight either.”

  “Just one trip,” his friend begged. Jaquar had been following Antash around ever since he got the glider and started doing night patrol. Antash took his job seriously, and Jaquar would never understand that. He was more of an electronics person, and sort of messy, so Antash avoided taking him with him whenever he had to work. His job called for a level of silence and stealth that were lacking in Jaquar.

  “Jaquar, you know I can’t take you with me,” Antash said as he rubbed the scales on his head. “Furthermore I am just going to circle Mount Marmath and return; there is nothing cool about that.”

  “Easy for you to say; you are the one in the glider,” Jaquar said, and Antash could see him pouting. “I would fix your communicator for free. I have discovered a possible way of doing it remotely.”

  “Good bye Jaquar,” Antash interrupted. “It’s getting late and I need to go,” he said as he released the button before Jaquar could find something else to say. He slid inside the vessel and the door closed silently. Antash walked over to the navigation system and punched in the coordinates for Mount Marmath. “Just one quick tour tonight,” he whispered to himself as the glider hummed to a start and lifted lightly off the ground. He held the lever before him and turned the glider around pointing it at the Mountain. From Mount Marmath, Antash could see over great distances, so he need not circle all of Solaris. Not even most of it. Nothing happened here anyway.

  The glider cruised along until it hovered over the smaller hilltop Antash was standing on earlier. He heaved a sigh as he sailed past, hoping to get back as soon as possible. He loved what he did, but at times it bore him, especially when his mind had been plagued by traveling to other words before doing his rounds. One quick trip and back, and then he could get back to his reminiscing. The glider had auto-pilot, so as soon as he had cleared the mountains and there was nothing left but the openness of the black abyss of space, he punched the button and settled in for an easy patrol.

  He kicked his feet up on the dashboard, careful not to let them kick any of the emergency buttons. With his hand folded behind his head, he relaxed into the pilot’s chair and watched as nothing happened; the same nothing he was forced to endure every night. He stared into the darkness until his eyes started to dim. He nodded off several times and caught himself; even though the glider was cruising automatically, he still had to pay attention to the monitors just in case, on the off chance, if even remotely, something did happen, he would need to see. But his eyes refused to remain open. He'd had a hectic day, and he was now feeling the burn.

  He flew up from the chair, slapped his cheeks a few times to awaken himself, and then took control of the glider once more. Maybe if he was doing more manual work he wouldn’t feel so sleepy. He was just circling the neighboring planet of Varen, when he looked up. Strange. He could just make out a light in the distance, blinking, but in the wrong place. That was the darker side of the planet, so it was odd that a light would be there at all. Maybe some of the children had stolen a glider again and had gone out into space on a joy ride. That was probably the only action Antash ever got. The last time he really got a taste of battle was when enemies from another galaxy had entered their own, and had tried to take it over. There had been a great battle, and though Antash was still a young boy at the time, he had shown great courage and strength and had been named among the top ranked warriors on Solaris. But that was a long time ago, and many peaceful nights since.

  He drifted the glider upwards, until the light became bigger the closer he got. He was within a few hundred yard of the light when he saw the silver torpedo shaped vessel he recognized well. It belonged to the Brocoy. Antash instantly recalled the battle that took place when he was a child and his heart beat increased rapidly as he hovered, contemplating his next move. He was slowly turning the vessel around to avoid being spotted when instinct propelled him to wait. What were they doing there? He knew he couldn’t live with himself if they stirred up trouble again and he hadn’t said or done anything about it.

  He took up his communicator and touched the green button that read ‘speak’. “Hello, is anyone there?” he called. There was only silence, and then static. He knocked the device and cursed under his breath. “Hello!” he said louder as if his pitch had been the problem. “Stupid thing,” he said as he silently wished Jaquar had come along to fix it for him. As he hovered there, watching and waiting for something he was unsure of, he saw another vessel come into view and began to drift down towards him. It was much bigger than his, and he managed to make a hard left behind a meteor rock to escape detection.

  That angle allowed him to see not just one vessel now, but three. His eyes bulged, and his adrenal fluids coursed through his body as he began to sweat profusely. He was forced closer to them now, feeling compelled to discover the reason behind there being so many of them stationed just outside Solaris. The Brocoy were old enemies of Solaris, and possibly everyone else in the galaxy. They lived on the other side of the galaxy so they had no business here, unless they planned to stir up trouble.

  Closer inspection revealed to Antash that the ships had been docked and there was a small assembly of them standing on a moon stone below. Antash hit the button that cloaked his vessel and leaned in for a closer look. He was within hearing distance now and his heart practically stopped beating so he could hear their words.

  “A fortnight is too long,” one of them was saying.

  “Patience Neka,” an elderly one advised. “They are not so easily beaten. Remember the last battle?”

  Antash was horrified as he realized what they were planning. But he had to be sure.

  “I have been checking, and they don’t seem to be that strong. I am telling you, if we attack by tomorrow night we will have the advantage of surprise,” the first persisted.

  “We will have the advantage of surprise either way; but we don’t just want to beat them this time. No,” he said as he walked away from the group with his hands fastened behind him. “This time we want to make Solaris our own.”

  Antash fell back as he heard the words the old man had spoken. His hands dropped and before he could do anything about it, his left hand hit the button that uncloaked his glider. “Shit!” He spun and hit the button quickly. But it was too late. He had been seen.

  “What was that?” he heard one of them ask.

  “Someone is there,” the elderly shouted. “Quick, before he escapes. We can’t let him get back there with this sort of information.”

  Antash needed no further warning as he turned the glider around to make his way back to Solaris. But he had forgotten the vessel he had seen earlier that now sat right at his back. He froze as he saw the giant metal tin hovering over him. He tried to pass it, to head back home, but it only came lower, forcing him back and further away from his intended destination.

  “You are not taking me this night,” Antash vowed silently as he swung his vessel around and darted between the too wide open wings of the enemy. But he was not home free as he thought he would be. As soon as he got behind the vessel he realized why they had probably allowed his movement. Trained on him now were two enormous lasers, the blue light surging forward. Antash could almost see himself disintegrate in his mind’s eye as the beam caught him, and with a quick mind and even quicker hands, he lunged right, brushing the wing of the vessel and barely managed escape.

  He started to panic, and even as he hid under the vessel now, swinging both ways in an attempt to determine the safer route, he was knocking the communicator and shoutin
g for help he hoped would come. “Can anyone hear me? The Brocoy have me pinned down. I repeat, red alert, the Brocoy have me pinned down.” He didn’t hear anything on the other end, but he was forced to let the communicator fall as he gripped both sides of the control and shot from under the vessel. He would have better luck if he stayed at a thirty degree angle as no guns could aim directly there.

  He shot past Varen, and looked back, but as he did, he wished he hadn’t. He could see they had a torpedo locked onto his vessel, and he swung and dipped between meteor rocks and debris as he tried to get it to connect with a different target. Antash could feel the tension rising steadily in him, and with clammy hands he gripped the control as he swerved skilfully past some rocks, dip below some others and made a sharp turn that led him back to the ship. He shot forward, as if he intended to make impact, and just when he was close enough he pulled the control as far back as he could as his glider barely grazed the ship. One quick turn again and he was headed away from the sound of the explosion as the torpedo ripped a hole into the ship. It dipped and threatened to crash, but Antash’s troubles weren’t over as yet.

  “Come in, come in,” he cried desperately as he hit the button on his communicator. “Is anyone there?” His cries were frantic now as he kept circling around to find a way back to Solaris, but he couldn’t get an opportunity. The other two ships kept on his tail, and as he swerved and danced across space, he eyed the fuel bar on his glider. He could not keep doing this all night; sooner or later he would be hit or run out of fuel and be forced to make a landing, or crash. Either way, that spelled death for him.

  Antash looked ahead to the black abyss and the expanse of space that was unfamiliar to him. He looked back and saw the Brocoy, still firing mercilessly at his glider, and he did the only thing that made sense to him. He pushed the vessel hard and fast as it sailed further into outer space and away from home. He hoped he could find somewhere safe to land, but that would take a miracle now. He had less than the recommended level of fuel to fly, and he hit the speed button again as he shot forward, leaving fire marks like a tail behind him. When he felt like he was safe enough, he looked back and saw that they had disappeared. He was sure they hadn’t given up the chase, but they were much too large to chase him.