Claws of Death: An Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories, #9

By Connor Whiteley

A Space Wreck. Two Assassins. A Group of Aliens.

Aliens hide everywhere.

Alexander feels the cold metal beams. He smells the foulness of the wreck. He looks at a stunning female assassin. Alexander knows his true mission. 

Can he assassinate the aliens? Or will things go horribly wrong?

If you love gripping, fast paced science fiction short stories, you'll love this!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Nov 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201876227

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

CLAWS OF DEATH

Peering through the darkness, Alexander looked down on his target. As he knelt on the immense metal beam, he felt the cold metal chill his armoured skin and the smooth surface felt good against his fingers. Especially, after climbing through hundreds of metres of rough, sharp wreckage to reach this spot. 

Raising his head and checking out his surroundings, Alexander smelt the distinctive, horrific stench of alien urine from the creatures below that left a foul egg taste in his mouth. But he needed to make sure the area was secure first. He knew it would be. He knew no one else was stupid enough to infiltrate this alien infested moon with hundreds of shipwrecks to try and get to these alien abominations. 

Continuing to turn his head side to side, Alexander frowned at the disgraceful sight of the strong mighty spaceships of his Emperor shot down and twisted into these abominable