Enzo Stranger Things Novels & Stories

"Little Damien playing priest. Father would be so disappointed." Every muscle in Damien's body went taut, his face draining of color as he stared at the newcomer. "Enzo." "You remember me." Enzo smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm touched. Though I have to say, the collar is an interesting choice for someone with your particular talents." "What are you doing here?" Damien's voice had gone flat, empty of everything except carefully controlled fear.

I curled in on myself shaking. Dexter crouched in front of me, elbows on his knees, studying me like a puzzle he’d just solved. “Enzo,” he repeated softly, tasting the name. “The great Alpha Enzo. The one who thinks he’s untouchable.” His smile was all teeth. “And he let you slip away without marking you. How… careless of me.” “Please,” I whispered. “Don’t—” “Don’t what?” He reached out, almost gently, and tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture made my skin crawl. “Don’t use his little runaway mate to draw him across the border? Don’t remind him what happens when you steal what belongs to Crestmoon?”

But the moment they enter the main living area on the private floor, Julian stops dead. A stranger is sitting on the long sofa near the windows, legs gracefully crossed, wearing a soft cream sweater and tailored black pants that look brand new. The Omega is very beautiful --lean, almost feminine, with soft brown curls and wide hazel eyes. Bruises fade along his collarbone and wrists, but he holds himself with surprising poise. Enzo still wouldn't look at Julian, he just brushes past him. Julian has no choice but to follow quietly behind him. "This is Eli," Rico whispers from behind him, voice laced with... maybe anticipation? "Go say hi!"

And on each seat back, there is a big box. The light went out again. A video flashed on the screen. It showed how DIONYSUS was formed. How to make a seven-time debut. I cried at the part where Ethan cries every time a StarLanders near him leaves. After watching the video, the seven came out. Ethan was holding his cellphone while walking. He is wearing eye specs. The jacket was slung over his shoulder and he was holding the mic in his other hand. "The more we got older.... the more we became the greater! Hello we are DIONYSUS!"

A heavy, weighted silence seemed to descend over the infirmary like a suffocating shroud. Enzo's expression remained utterly calm. His hard features remained an impenetrable mask of regal stoicism, hiding any sign of the emotions raging beneath his detached exterior. Long, agonizing moments stretched into a small eternity before the man finally decided to break the stillness. "You raise a fair point," Enzo murmured at last, something indiscernible flickering across his amber orbs. "The truth is...I cannot say for certain whether Knox is my biological grandson by blood...or Valerian's ill-begotten get."

My fear was slowly being confirmed, making me realize how I could not trust these people. “Why... why are we here?” I asked, trying to search his face. “I am hungry, and I would like to find your alpha friend. Maybe he has answers,” he said, and I tried to maintain my composure. A part of me prayed that Alpha Trent wouldn’t be alone, because it would lead to his death. Enzo was swift, and he was a walking portal. He could appear, swipe someone’s head, then disappear all at once, and that scared the hell out of me.

He met her again in Chicago, in his own home. This time, he would not let her go, no matter what. I felt Enzo's gaze on me, and my heart skipped a beat. He was like a panther that had locked onto its prey, ready to pounce at any moment. Just then, Leo reached out and touched Enzo's face, gurgling happily. "He rarely does that with strangers," I said, surprised. "Perhaps we're not strangers," Enzo murmured, his voice so soft it was meant only for me.

He had promised to take her home after all. Right on cue, the metallic door of the garage opened to reveal another vast space. It was big enough to contain five or more cars. Yet there were only two inside and one of which drove out. It was a Bugatti and one of the latest brands. Her jaw dropped when the car pulled over in front of the stranger who she had clearly disliked. Whatever perception of him that made her wary only increased at the very sight of the car.

Anisel released his grip and so did I. “He has to be right. I saw two people walking around here before. It has to be them.” The stranger said. I wanted to ask questions until I studied Anisel’s face as he focused on the conversation. Something was up. “Those bastards have been dodging me for years. It’s time to finish what they have started. Either pay me 20,000£ or get the crown. Plain and simple.” Anisel makes an unrecognizable sound. He was scaring me like he knew what they were referring to. I cling to his arm not knowing what to do. He sensed my fear and held me to calm my nerves. With a sigh, we continue to listen.

He turned around to see his sister showing off another latest car—probably Gabriel’s. His sister got out and jumped on Gabriel’s back like she was a permanent back accessory—his koala backpack. He laughed at the adorable sight and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend. Now, everything was almost complete, except for Enzo. But when they got in, he was surprised to see Enzo clinging onto a woman. "Enzo, you’re still clinging to her?" Ethan asked. "What? She’s too cool," he said and patted Catriona. Poor Catriona—her cool side was being molested by Enzo. Catriona, with the code name Catastrophe, was his favorite A-Special Agent.