Final Fantasy Lost Stranger Novels & Stories

His training had steadily decreased, especially after Ella came. Every time I urged him to improve, he grew impatient. Instead, he spent his time entertaining her, making her gifts, and taking care of her. Today’s outcome was inevitable. When the match ended, Leon stood there, completely dejected, his expression dark. The final vote was an overwhelming win for Jace. The crowd erupted in boos toward Leon. “A once-in-a-century prodigy? Looks like nothing but a name!” “With skills like that, how dare he challenge Alpha Jace? It’s embarrassing just to watch!”

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

“I can handle myself. And if this is about HIM, you should know better than to think I actually got hurt by that cheap game.” His voice softened, but his eyes glinted. “Besides… it’s his loss. Dante and Maya? they’re different. It’s like I’m the queen on a chessboard and....I like that feeling, I enjoy the thrill. Watching them starve and crave me—” he smirked, air-quoting with his fingers, “—I’m still messing an Enigma up.”

People talk about how they wanna go to heaven or how somebody will go to hell for their sins but for me, this life was both heaven and hell. It was heaven when Gurans was with me and now it's a hell that she isn't with me. I continued to ignore her and she left getting tired of my ignorance. As soon as she left there was another knock on the door. It was Sanskrit. I looked at him waiting for him to speak and he came inside. "Hey bro," he said. I didn't reply. "There is a problem," he hesitated. "Some vampires were trafficking humans..." "You know what to do," I replied not letting him finish.

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

“Hey there Miss Daughter-of-a-former-king-who-defeated-everyone-during-the-exam” “You’re a nuisance Mister Son-of-whoever-your-parents-are. Don’t call me irritating names. Get lost!” “Care to give me some advice Miss Brownies-and-muffins?” “My advice for you is to stay away from me Mister Ungrateful Thief!” “Whatever. I’ll be in a duel with your fire friend. Any tips” “What fire friend—” I remembered that he is up against a royal mage who has fire attribute. He’s up against the coldest and ruthless-looking guy among the three.

I locked the screen and threw it where I kept it before. Tristan is my ex-boyfriend. We broke up few months ago or should I say I discarded him out of my mind. I thought we were a thing. He made me believe I was the only one in his life. He showed me all the love and care a boyfriend gives to his girlfriend. But then, it was all fake. All an act. He disappear all of a sudden. No calls or text. If I call him, I'll be directed to voice mail and my messages will be left unread. Until after few days when I saw his picture all over I*******m. I felt stupid and at the same time angry. I was being used by him.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

I don’t know how but they just did. After we had toasted to the impending marriage we all laughed and played games, my party was in full swing and honestly I felt like my cheeks would fall off, they were so sore from all the smiling. But reality always found a way to catch up, I had that feeling again that I was being watched, but this time there was no denying it, I turned around to find Damon, but he, Chris and Brad had all already shifted and Axel, Kuna and Dax were in front of us now, intense growls were all around us, they had spotted something in the distance another wolf who we did not recognize, he was entirely black, his eyes bright yellow, the warning in them clear. Something about

Stretching across the horizon like a wound that refused to heal. Aria’s breath trembled. Dax’s grip tightened. The stranger’s final words fell like stone. “They will come by themselves.” The crimson tear pulsed— And something massive shifted behind it. Not one shape. Countless. Moving toward one direction.