A Weird Encounter With A Stranger Novels & Stories

"It's okay. You're safe." I buried my face in his chest, my voice muffled. "How did they even find this place?" Hector was quiet for a moment. "I'll handle it." True to his word, he took care of it. I didn't know what he did or said, but my family never showed up at our door again. Life finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. I managed to find a new job in Solvane. The company was small, but the culture was incredibly supportive.

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

I'd heard countless times that the cosmos wasn't exactly kind to the humans that existed underneath it. The chances of meeting someone who didn't feel or sound like a threat at first glance were strange. It was one of the expected things, to shy away from the way they spoke, the way they looked… And in this case, the way they rode their bikes, like they had nine lives. My hair danced along with the wind, my hands wrapped tight around the stranger in front of me. He seemed to be having the time of his life, yelling at the top of his voice, laughing about something I couldn’t see.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

To think I wasn't even the one being called. The second I looked forward again, my eyes went wide. I barely managed to dodge a bike coming straight at me, and in the chaos, I was headed right for someone who’d just walked out of a convenience store. I braced for impact, shutting my eyes tightly like that was going to help. And then… nothing. When I opened my eyes, I found myself face-to-face with a stranger. Not just face-to-face, though—lip-to-lip. Yeah, you heard me right. My mouth had landed squarely on his, like some tragic romantic comedy gone horribly wrong.

Around us there is a noise of people talking and walking, horses neighing and hitting the stones with their hooves, as well as a million other noises that I don't recognize. And then finally he moves and opens the door. The sudden light startles me. The stranger extends his hand. At first I think he's going to pull my chains, but he doesn't. He's asking me to leave on my own. I consider this a strange sign of goodwill. I get off the wagon just as Mr. Tastaren and two pairs of wolves arrive. They were following us on horseback.

I yearned to break free from the confines of my comfort zone and explore uncharted territories. It was during one of my restless nights that a chance encounter sparked a new twist in my journey. I attended a charity event, surrounded by the city's elite, when a captivating stranger caught my eye. His aura exuded mystery and adventure, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. We exchanged fleeting glances throughout the night, our eyes locking in silent acknowledgment of the intrigue that pulsed between us. It was as if fate had intervened, weaving our paths together in a delicate dance of curiosity and desire.

It's involuntary - a natural reaction to finding an Alpha stranger encroaching on my marked territory. He's not the first intruder I've encountered recently. Last night I set out for the falling craft with the intention of checking it out. Just before dawn, I encountered an Outsider. A man. He was already dead when I got to him. It was the first time I saw a stranger before. He was dressed in curious and unnatural clothes that covered most of his frail looking body. But even more bizarre, he was strapped into a strange harness attached by ropes to a huge sheet of silk, the purpose of which I couldn't even begin to understand.

"More of him? Well, that's not a one-night stand then. Maybe he's a lover." "I don't know him. I don't even know where he lives. He's a stranger but the feeling is different." "Where did you guys meet?" "At the field. In the woods." "Last night was the full moon. I told you to come home earlier. Are you sure you weren't mated?" "I don't know where it is but I just feel like I want more but I think it's different for him," she replied feeling sad. "Girl you are tripping. Chill. I think it's just a fling. There's nothing serious there. Dada asked of you."

“What do you mean?” “I need something strong.” Melissa dropped her handbag on the arm of the couch and made her way into the kitchen with her stained blazer. She dumped the blazer into the washing machine, then went in search of the strongest drink they had in the fridge. Shutting the door of the fridge, Melissa came face to face with Emily. She sighed. “I bumped into him.” “Who?” Emily frowned. “I don’t know. I don’t know his name. The stranger.” “What stranger? Of course, we just moved to this city, everyone is a stranger.”