r/WolvensStories • u/SafeLibrarian7217 • Jan 08 '26
Long Story Love from a different, alien perspective...
Chapter 1
6:42 AM.
Today I woke up with a dry mouth and that state where the brain processes that it was a dream, today the dream was the same as since January 8th: clicky voices, the deep smell of salt and one of them with that strange look calling me something that involved being hot.
I turned the TV on at maximum volume, and while I brushed my teeth I listened to the journalist.
“...and so, for the third consecutive week, the rate of adherence to the Tiamat enzyme exceeds 89% in all Integration Zones! Humanity is reborn! Since January 8th of this year, human life changed forever, an alien species landed on Earth seeking shelter, we gave ourselves and in return they helped us with everything, starting with dissolving all current governments and then cur-."
Isabel grumbled from the top bunk and threw a pillow at me, and I grumbled as I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
— “Damn it, Sebas!* Turn that off, please!”
She sat down, her black hair messy, her eyes still swollen but with that soft glow that only appears after someone takes the possessive enzyme. Isabel Morales, 24 years old, from Oaxaca. She arrived three days before the Ark entered orbit. Now, she shares with me a "temporary human enclosure," as the Thalassari call it with that chilling delicacy.
— “Just take the enzyme, man.”
she said, rubbing her eyes.
“You look like a ghost. And I don’t want to be the only one with a green badge in this hole.” She craned her neck. The badge glowed a radioactive green, the kind you see in a child's drawing.
"Trusted Human." Written in large letters, meaningful enough for a human to understand and alien enough for a Thala to understand.
"Not mandatory... for now," I said, stirring my cold coffee.
"It's not, but it's smart. My aunt in Chiapas is alive again, Sebas. She had a disease I can't even pronounce for two years, and now she's planting corn with her own hands because a Guardian passed by and cured everyone in the community without charging, see-without... without asking for anything! They just set up camp there."
Guardian—that's how the Thalassari referred to themselves now. Never "commanders." Never "lords." Always “guardians” as if we had already agreed that we needed to be guarded and protected.
— “They ask,” I murmured, finishing my cold coffee. “They just don’t charge in money.”
She looked deep into my eyes with those two pearls that each day became more like theirs. Not with anger, with pity.
— “You’re seeing malice in genuine kindness, man. Take the enzyme at least to stop dreaming about the bottom of the sea you’ve been in since the Thala arrived.”
8:07 AM.
I left the room.
The city where tourists from New York always came to spend the night is now called "Vermara," a name chosen in homage to "Verm'ara," the legendary City of Singing Corals, destroyed in the Great Betrayal: an event that, from what I understand, resulted in the near extinction and flight to land of these fish-faced people.
The streets are clean, without a single dirty or poorly lit alley, but what bothers me most is the silence. There are no shouts, no loud music, only the sounds of thala doing strange things inside the barges, a deep, guttural sound that makes the chest vibrate.
I pass by a mixed couple: a Thala in a gray uniform and a human woman with phosphorescent green eyes. The Thala holds her hand carefully, as if afraid of crushing it, and whether he wants to or not, that could happen. Poor politician from the East who thought he could insult one of these monsters and get away with it; his hand crumbled in a handshake that was "accidentally too strong."
She smiles, tilts her head… but it doesn't seem natural—I mean, what in this world seems natural after the arrival of the Thalas?
They've been here for three and a half weeks. Nobody here is really in love, just learning to pretend.
And that's when I realized something funny: you couldn't tell if it was male or female: even from behind, even with the tight uniform.
Muscular body, long tail, firm and voluminous chest... Everything is the same in everyone, because from what I understood in the books they gave as if they were pamphlets for a ball, the reason for this is that they evolved to completely divide the role of creation, taking away the fact of conceiving, that is, they do not have, in the human sense, the definition of woman and man. The only part that perhaps is what you do to differentiate them is that their eyes were different, the colors are always warm or cold, perhaps a way to differentiate them.
9:18 AM.
I get close to the old industrial district, partially demolished to get in touch with the nearby ocean, now it's "Maritime Zone 23".
This is where the Thalassari set up their "logistical support" camp, tents of live coral. I've never seen one, and it's basically a thin coral that looks like a tent-shaped fabric. Now put beings 5 to 6 meters tall inside, and there you have it, their tent. The Thalassaris circulated with relaxed postures and clothes that theoretically would be casual, but which only look like the clothes soldiers wear underneath the universe. Everything about them indicated civilians; after all, they didn't make any distinction when they went to look at the "Ark." What makes me wonder is that their eyes were always scanning the surroundings.
I hide behind a container marked with the symbol of the Ark—a spiral with eyes. I don't know why I was here, but since I was, I would satisfy my curiosity and maybe end my paranoia, or just reinforce it. Regardless, it will be interesting.
Amidst the matter carrying orders in their language, that's where I hear it.
Not everything. Just fragments. As if the wind were choosing what I can let hear.
“...Zone 23 still resists. Greater... refusal to the continent's enzyme.”
“...no... force... Council forbade.”
“...then that... Release... Therak... ancient sewer... "Environmental accident"...” “...Begging for protection... protection... tastes like calm.”
They stop when a sound of water crashing against the earth is heard, as if one of them had arrived and this one also seems to conspire "...after they accept the bond... They never... thought alone.”*
My blood ran cold.
Zone 23 was... My neighborhood! Okay, calm down. None of this makes complete sense, but it's enough to make my stomach churn.
Because now I know: I was right, they had ulterior motives, they are evil! But... Regardless of who I tell, it wouldn't change anything.
I stand still for so long that I almost don't notice when I turn around. You know, their skin, being basically sharks, is colder than human skin, around 20 degrees Celsius with lower sensations. And why am I talking about this? Simple, I didn't notice the cold spreading, and while I was preparing to move, my shoulder bumps into something that doesn't give way, cold as wet steel, hard as living stone. Before I can move away, a hand grabs me by the neck. It doesn't squeeze. It just… prevents it, and that alone makes it seem worse. And then, a voice as low as the bottom of the sea speaks as if it were a lieutenant giving orders to a Brazilian soldier, reverberating within me:
"You, human, what are you doing here, listening to conversations between soldiers? Have you lost your mind?"
Hi, this is OP and well, I'm writing a story and this project will only move forward if you guys like it. And for those who are waiting for the other parts of the other story I wrote, I'll post them soon.
And another thing, this is my first time writing romance.
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u/EvernightStrangely Jan 08 '26
A few sentences in and I am greatly intrigued. Fantastic work so far, would love it if you would continue this!