Lucas Stranger Things Novels & Stories

"They’re just curious. Nothing to freak out about, okay? Strangers barely ever roll up in Moon River. And when they do, trust me, folks notice. So relax." Lucas doesn’t reply, but I can tell he's anything but relaxed. His jaw’s tight as hell and he keeps scanning the crowd like someone’s about to pop out with a knife. Then I hear his voice in my head through the mind-link. ‘You good, Aria?’ I pause for a sec before answering._Yeah... I guess. I’m just confused as fuck. Everything here’s creepy as hell. Feels like we’re in some horror flick where the townspeople sacrifice outsiders at sunset.’

An officer stood beside the bed while a nurse tried to calm him. “Mom… Kabir…” Liam sobbed. “The officer says they couldn’t find Sanjana. They think she might have fallen into the valley.” My chest tightened. The urge to tell the truth burned inside me but fear smothered it. I went near him and hugged him, rubbing his back gently. Suddenly, Liam pushed me away and ripped out the IV. “Kabir, come with me.” He cried. “We’ll find Sanjana together.” He stood up unsteadily, his legs shaking.

My instincts screamed. I turned just in time to see a boy I didn’t recognize tall, broad-shouldered, with a cruel edge to his mouth cutting across the hall toward me. He wasn’t in uniform. His eyes locked on mine, and I knew. He wasn’t just some random transfer. He was Cade’s. Lucas appeared out of nowhere, stepping between us. “Keep walking,” he hissed to me under his breath. My body moved before my brain could argue, sliding past the stranger, every nerve on fire.

After, wrapped in each other under the soft sheets , Elena whispered, “We’re stronger together, Grayson. But if we fall, we fall as one.” He kissed her temple. “Then let’s make sure we don’t fall.” The Next Morning – Jessica’s Call, Grayson stood by the window, shirtless, and coffee in hand, when his phone buzzed. Jessica’s voice was sharp. “Grayson. We’ve got eyes on Lucian.” His spine straightened. “Where?” “He’s staying at an abandoned estate in the hills. But that’s not all—” “What?” “He has someone with him. A girl. She looks about six.”

“Don’t listen to him.” But the stranger only smiled wider, his gaze fixed on her. “Soon, you will have no choice.” And then, like a candle being snuffed out, his form dissolved into smoke. The hunters blinked in confusion as the darkness swirled away, leaving only the echo of his voice lingering in the trees. The woods fell silent again. Elena clung to Lucian, her breath ragged. “What was that?” Lucian’s eyes were grim, his arms tightening around her protectively. “A ghost from my bloodline. One that should never have found us.”

Lucas turned too, but the stranger was already slipping between guests, calm on the outside, as if he had not just torn a hole in Lucas’s world. “Adrian,” Lucas said. “Who is he?” Adrian’s eyes did not leave the crowd. “Not here.” Lucas almost laughed. It came out as a breath. “Of course. Never here. Never now. Never when I ask.” Adrian looked down at him. “Control your voice.” Lucas’s chest tightened. “He called me that name.” “I heard.” “Then answer me.” Before Adrian could speak, the stranger appeared again near the tall windows. He was closer now. Young, but not soft. His light brown hair was slightly untidy, and his tired eyes stayed fixed on Lucas with a kind of pain Lucas did not unde

Layla collapsed to the ground, clutching her head and screaming, "Stop filming!" Lucas' face went pale. He trembled uncontrollably, unable to say a word.

I sat in silence. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from my hometown area code. I hesitated for a moment before pressing answer. A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line for a few seconds before Mom's voice finally came through. "Eileen…" I didn't say a word. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Eileen, I was wrong. Cody's been arrested, Lexie ran off, and the neighbors won't stop whispering about me. I really realize my mistakes now. Eileen, please, come home and see me. You're all I have left…"

“Lucas.” Ava stopped breathing. Her son's face appeared in her mind. His serious eyes. The way he watched every adult before trusting them. The way he had warned Ethan about the man who looked like Alexander. The way he had once said he remembered Grandma carrying him. Ava whispered: “What did Lucas see?” The stranger didn't answer. “Tell me.” “He saw the person who took you.” Ava's blood ran cold. “He was five years old.” “He was an infant.” “What could he possibly remember?”