Lucas From Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Fear. The stranger sighed. "I had hoped you were dead." Silence. Frank's face was drained of color. The stranger looked disappointed. "Would've saved us all time." Savannah exchanged a glance with Grayson. This wasn't what she expected. Not at all. The stranger returned his attention to Grayson. "My name is Lucas." Nobody spoke. The name meant nothing. But Frank reacted immediately. His legs nearly gave out. No!!. Not Lucas. The First Son. The Sovereign.

Long enough to be seen. Lila’s breath stopped. Because it wasn’t Vanessa. And it wasn’t Ethan. It was Lucas.

For a split moment, i shut my eyes tightly, waiting, anticipating, But not even a sound was made. And once again, the disappointment washed over me like sea sand. Till slowly, i drifted off to sleep. ***** “No…no!…i didn't do it!…i didn't!” Lucas's voice jolted me up from sleep. He struggled, even with his eyes closed, like a panic attack, “Hey…heyy…heyy…its just a dream.” I rushed to his side saying. Then his eyes flew open. His breath was ragged and his eyes unsteady,

I asked as realization dawn on me that the man standing in front of me is the ultimate power in the supernatural world. "That's me Lucy but am wondering how you know so much about the werewolf race when you are human?"Jacob asked with a curious expression which matched Caspian's own. "That's where you got it wrong Jacob, Am no a human."

The grounds were breathtaking rolling green lawns and manicured gardens but the towering iron fence in the distance reminded her of a cage. “You look like you’re contemplating a daring escape.” The voice was light, laced with a hint of mischief. Elena spun around to find a younger man leaning against the doorframe. He shared Alexander’s striking features, but his eyes held a spark of playfulness that his brother’s lacked. “I’m Lucas,” he said, stepping into the room with an easy grace. “The ‘other’ Roswell. I’m assuming my brother hasn't mentioned me? He tends to hide things he can't control.”

"We're watching the World Cup final in the living room. Mom's back in an hour. Be a good girl and act like nothing happened." "Why are you doing this, Lucas?" I asked, wiping my mouth. He paused at the door, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. "Because I like the way you look when you're scared," he replied. "And because I like knowing that while you're dreaming of Silas, you're tasting me." ***

Then recorded: “A structure that protects you should remain answerable to you.” She paused. “And if it cannot…” Another pause. “…you may be justified in changing or leaving it.” Everyone stared. Root frowned. “What?” Elena smiled. “Nothing.” Good. Lucas recorded his message last. He looked directly into the camera. “My name is Lucas.” “I’m nine.” “I don’t know what I’m going to be when I grow up.” “People keep wanting me to.” He looked offscreen at Elena. She said nothing. He continued: “If you don’t know who you are…”