Lucas Stranger Things Novels & Stories

He took a sip of his drink and looked at Jillian, then his eyes went wide as he looked back at the picture of the Queen on the wall. Jillian felt a wave of dizziness hit her, and she had to lean against the wall to keep from falling down in front of the stranger. She realized that everything Lucas had ever told her was a lie, and that her life was not an accident but a part of a much bigger and more dangerous story.

“You can’t. Not now. Come with me.” He guided me toward the back of the house. I didn’t resist anymore. My body shook too violently. When we reached the backyard, I stopped again. My sisters were there, sitting on a wooden bench, laughing. Chatting like nothing was wrong. Talking about one thing. “Did you see the stranger?” Iris giggled. “Veylor Caith. The one with the camera.” I stared at them in disbelief, tears still flowing. Tallis placed a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, hurting, confused, unable to understand how they could laugh while Papa was fighting for his life inside.

Andrea asked. Lucas eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't want to tell him his age. He leaned back. “I don’t tell strangers my age,” he said firmly. Andrea blinked. “Strangers?” he repeated. “Yes.” Lucas nodded. Andrea stared at him for a second. “After everything that just happened, you still think I am a stranger?” he asked. Lucas folded his arms. “Yes.” Andrea let out a small breath. “I brought you to the hospital,” he said.

Entire sections of the fractured atmosphere collapsed and reformed repeatedly. The mysterious stranger stood at the center of the ruined sanctuary, his calm expression finally gone. Ethan noticed immediately. Until now, the man had treated every ancient force like an inconvenience. The First Hunger. The Sovereign. The Endwalker. None of them truly worried him. But now— His eyes remained fixed on the largest gateway. Serious. Focused. Concerned. And that frightened Ethan more than anything else. Lucian landed beside him and folded his golden wings tightly. "Tell me we're not about to fight another cosmic nightmare."

A second later, Lucas appeared around the corner. His eyes moved between them once. That was enough. “Well,” he said quietly, “bad timing?” Lila straightened awkwardly. “We were just talking.” Lucas gave Ethan a look that clearly said more than words could. Ethan crossed his arms. “What do you want?” “Actually,” Lucas said, holding up his phone, “I came looking for her.” Lila’s stomach tightened instantly. “What happened?” Lucas’s expression darkened slightly. “There’s another leak.”

‎The rest was drowned out by laughter. ‎I was close to my office door when something in me shifted. ‎Instinct. ‎Something was wrong. ‎My phone rang. ‎A notification. ‎I thought it was Ryo. ‎But it was an unknown number. ‎I opened it. ‎A picture loaded. ‎Ryo. ‎Tied to a chair. ‎Scared. ‎Looking straight into the camera. ‎Under the image, a message: ‎Meet us by 4 at Lincoln Highway, Street 5. ‎ ‎

Lucas would reach for butterflies or flowers, coaxing them closer with tiny sparks before giggling when they fley away. But on the fourth night, the calm finally seized. I woke up to Lucas crying, not his usual fussy whimper, but a sharp, distressed sound that pulled at my soul. Damon was already out of bed, reaching the crib before me. Our son’s eyes were wide with fear, little hands grasping at the air as golden sparks moved erratically. “They’re in his head,” I whispered, horror rising inside of me. “The ancients found a way past the relics.”

​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."

When they got to the airport, he unloaded her luggage and stood in front of her waiting to be dismissed. "I don't even know you anymore. You're just that creepy stranger I met at my husband's wake." She said quietly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "You never really knew me, I'm your Stranger Danger, remember?” He told her, as she blinked up at him. “I'll call you to set up the next project. Goodbye, Ellen."

“Sure! That would be great.” Eura stared at Luther’s face for a couple of minutes. She can’t help to admire him again. Then, the picture of Lander popped inside her head. Now, she can clearly see how their features really looked the same. It’s just that Lander's features were more darker and his aura was friendly yet authoritative. While, Damon—her Mr. Stranger—looked more like a playboy looking, the very chill and playful aura. Luther was only wearing a plain sando shirt and faded brown cargo shorts. He went to his room and get his nude sweater and wore it. “So, let’s go?” Luther asked. Apollo Justice