Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

"Why? See something you don't like?" I looked back down at the wire. The two figures were talking now. The man from our side turned slightly, the light hitting the side of his face. It wasn't Kai. It was one of my own lieutenants—a man Ezra had personally recruited last winter. But it was the stranger who made my blood turn to liquid nitrogen. The stranger turned, and even from this distance, I recognized the predatory, bored silhouette. Damien Stroud. "You motherfucker," I breathed.

Leo: “And why should we trust you?” The man pulled something from his jacket—a worn envelope, thick with papers. He placed it on the counter without a word. Stranger: “Because I was on the inside once. I know where the bodies are buried. And I know what Julian’s planning.” Maya reached for the envelope slowly, as if it might explode in her hands. Maya: “…What’s your name?” For the first time, the man smiled, faint and weary. Stranger: “Call me Carter. That’s enough for now.”

"With such a large space and sleeping alone, doesn't it feel lonely and uninspiring?" "It didn't used to feel that way. But I think I like it now." Hayle smiled broadly to hide her nervousness. If she didn't know this man suffered from Misogyny, she might have thought he was a flirt. Just as Hayle wanted to engage with the man again, a knock on their room door sounded. Hayle looked towards the door and was moved to open it. She had wanted to throw off the thick blanket that had been warming her body all this time, but it turned out that her husband had already done so.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

LATTON woke up, her head lying on a bare chest. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his light brown eyes, only to see a stranger beside her. “Who are you?” she asked in confusion and fright, then grabbed the blanket to cover herself. The guy beside her just stared at her and didn’t respond. Shortly she heard a voice from the other side of the room, “Seems like you enjoyed last night too much,” Lucian replied mockingly. She gasped, “What’s happening?” She inquired in bewilderment.

He didn't know what to do, lying over by his side it's now his dead teacher. ________________ "We have to get back to the bus Callum." Alec's voice sparks up the radio. "What's going on?" Callum responded, stopping for a while, Hayley, Ezra and Claire stopped as well. "His dead." Callum and everyone who was on their walkies we're confused as Alec responded, sounding sober. "Who's dead?" "Mr. Daniels." "I don't understand." "It was a fucking trap, someone put it there for trespassers." "What do you mean by Someone?"

She was like a temptation that suddenly, the image of the woman in the cafeteria appeared in his mind. Nothing? Is that why you are always acting like a fool? You always seem to be thinking about something. You suddenly smile at yourself as if you remember something very special. Then you kiss me as if you are not kissing me. That was it! Those are the signs that Spring Solitaire has given to men who are already busy with another woman. Those are the ones in her book! ” Double f+ck! Is he smiling alone? Damn it! The image of the beautiful woman really gives him a strange joy and excitement. Her red lips and tender eyes suddenly grew round and big and eventually turned tender again. E

The stranger finished his sentence. "...when nobody remembers them." Suddenly— A slow clap echoed across the hall. One... Two... Three. The sound came from the highest platform overlooking the endless candles. A lone figure sat upon a throne carved entirely from ancient books. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth white mask. Unlike every mask Adrian had seen before... This one had no eyes. No mouth. Nothing. Only perfect white stone. The stranger lowered his head. "He has arrived." Adrian stared upward. "Is he..."

The smile disappeared. Not replaced by sadness. By solemnity. The synchronized heartbeats seemed to slow. The horizon itself became impossibly still. When the stranger finally answered, every word carried a weight unlike anything Emma had ever heard. “Because...” A long silence followed. “…we were waiting.” Silence. Emma's breath caught. Waiting? The forgotten presence stared in disbelief. “For us?” The stranger nodded once. “Yes.” The Observer pattern flickered violently. Then— for the first time since its creation—