Final Fantasy Lost Stranger Novels & Stories

The stranger’s gaze shifted to me, and for a moment, I felt as though they could see right through me, as if they knew every secret I was hiding, every fear I had buried deep inside. “I want what Gabriel wants,” the stranger said, their voice smooth and dangerous. “But unlike him, I’m not willing to play by the rules.” Quinton stepped forward, his muscles tensed, ready for a fight. “You’re not getting anywhere near her.” The stranger’s smile widened. “Oh, I think I will. You see, Fiona, your power isn’t just valuable to Gabriel. It’s valuable to anyone who knows how to use it. And lucky for me, I’ve figured out exactly what you are.”

​It was a weird thing to offer, and I suppose even stranger for humans, but I had no other ideas that came to mind. ​She seemed unconvinced, and I force myself to see it from her perspective. A stranger had shown up, offering her help, but still a stranger, and was now giving her a knife while trying to take her home. Yeah, I wouldn't trust that for shit either. ​My mind reels desperately for a way to ease her suspicions but comes up embarrassingly empty. ​"I'm Lucian," I say after a moment, offering her a bit of personal information with the hope of it building the base for trust, though it'd be fickle now. "I live in a nearby apartment complex. The Stems."

From one side the growls grew louder and from the other direction, the sound of footsteps and voices grew more. “Then we make a stand,” the stranger said. And as the first claw scraped against the gap’s edge, she realized just how much she had to lose. To be continued...

he demanded, taking a cautious step backward. The stranger remained silent, his eerie gaze fixed on Altair with malevolent intent, intensifying the child's unease. Despite his bravado, Altair, still a child, felt a surge of fear at the sight of this imposing stranger. He longed to call for his parents, but he had rushed to this spot without his belongings, even shirtless due to the urgency sparked by the name he heard.

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

The stranger threw his sword up, climbing the monkey bar and pouncing on Kenan in the process. With Kenan on the floor, the stranger pulled on his arm, twisting it to the other side, hitting the arm, completely paralyzing it. “AH!” Kenan yelled, that was his weak spot. “Shit!” Aidan and Dwayne ran to the training ground together, getting swords and attacking the stranger. “You're breaking the rules!” The stranger yelled, throwing them acupressure pins, sending them into paralysis. “The fuck!” Aidan yelled out while I smirked.

The stranger leaned forward on his saddle horn, “Surly you’re joking. Have you been outside lately? A storm is blowing in from the west. I would be much obliged if you would let me have a quiet corner to bed down at least.” “That depends on what business brings you this way, friend.” Cain said. The stranger eyed both Knox and Cain while stroking his day old beard. After he finished evaluating them, he took a breath to speak, “I have been following a Diabolist. Do you boys know what a Diabolist is?” Cain acted offended, “We’re standing in an Earth Node. What do you think, Stranger?” “What does she look like?” Oren asked. “Blonde hair, average build, blue eyes and a dimpled smile. She is very

Her lips parted, whispering his name. “Cole…” Then the rift snapped shut. The blast threw him backward, crashing into the tree roots. The world dimmed, his body wracked with pain. The stranger appeared beside him, kneeling. “Idiot,” the man hissed. “You could’ve destroyed both worlds.” Cole coughed, blood staining his lips. “Then why stop me?” The stranger hesitated, then sighed. “Because once… I tried the same thing.” He lifted his hood, revealing scarred features—eyes once golden, now hollow. “And I lost her to the curse too.”

“She remembers enough to fear me.” Elira’s eyes widened. “You’ll burn it all.” “The world’s already burning,” he said. “I just won’t let her be ash.” The rift’s light flared, drenching the courtyard in alien glow. Shapes moved inside—beasts with too many eyes, shadows with intent. Leofric’s blade rose. “Morwenna, choose me. Choose the life we’ve fought for.” “And lose what’s already mine?” the stranger countered, tilting his head slightly. “When she lies awake at night, do you know whose name she’s holding back?”