Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

There, leaning against the wall, was the stranger…a tall figure in a dark coat, and his face shadowed by a hood. “You’re welcome,” the man said simply. Damon’s posture stiffened. “Who are you?” “I’ll explain later,” the stranger said quietly. “But right now, you should know…this town isn’t safe anymore. They’ve tracked your scent.” Damon’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know that?” “Because they’re not just hunting you anymore,” the stranger replied. “They’re hunting her too.”

“…she won’t stay.” Kenneth’s muscles coiled tighter, every line of him strung with lethal intent. “Get out.” The stranger tilted his head, considering. Then he snapped his fingers. The men froze, bloodied but not broken. Slowly, reluctantly, they backed away, retreating toward the car. The stranger lingered a moment longer, his gaze locking with mine. I couldn’t look away. His eyes weren’t just cold, they were bottomless, a void that promised ruin. “We’ll meet again soon, Mrs. Diego,” he said softly, almost kindly. “When your husband isn’t here to lie for you.”

Watching his brothers' desperation, Sterling widened his eyes and then turned to face the man in front of him, his countenance hardening. It was a different man. His teeth was yellow. Because he was smiling and making fun of the misery of the poor boys, Sterling recognized this. He smelled like grease and was bigger, fatter, and stronger. That was how Sterling began to address him. He watched as the stranger moved toward him with ponderous, heavy strides. He gestured to the youngster, "I already know you're the bravest of the group. I'm here to let you know that there won't be any shin biting with me because I'd have pulled out all of your teeth before you even think of biting me."

To the blonde stranger man who had pointed a gun at me, now sat here, calm and unmoved, as if this entire situation amused him. Sin… Who are you? ----------------------------------------

His eyes never left the approaching figure. "Unfortunately." The stranger moved forward with measured confidence, hands visible, posture relaxed. No rush. No threat. Which somehow felt more threatening. Serena studied every detail. Mid-forties, perhaps. No obvious identifying features. Nothing memorable. The kind of face people forgot minutes after seeing it. Deliberately forgettable. That wasn't an accident. The stranger stopped several feet away. Close enough to speak. Far enough to avoid appearing confrontational. The market noise continued around them.

The stranger beside him stared at him wide eyed “Is it true Blaine?” He was about to refute that when he caught the glimpse of Almothean gesturing him to say yes “O-oh Y-yes? Yes! I’m his man that’s why I stop coming in here. Because I already have a partner” “Told you. Now, scram.” Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave.

There was so much more to take care of here than in my old pack. I threw myself into learning everything I could. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud. One day, while making my usual rounds near the hunting grounds, a strikingly handsome face caught my eye. He lingered at the edge as if he were looking for something. "I'm Amy Geller of the Bloodmoon Pack. Do you need help?" I called out. The man smiled, warm as sunlight. "Hello, Amy. I'm Quincy Fairchild, Alpha of the Stormcrest Pack."

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

She meekly said. “Sorry, yes! Marley. She is my new assistant. Just started. Join me at the wedding as we are deploying a new project and may need her assistance.” We all exchanged hellos and conversed in between the awkward silences that usually occur when strangers are forced to hang out. Stephan took one of those opportunities to quietly comment, "Too late, it looks like he likes brunettes."

Raizen's gaze was direct and unwavering as he looked at her, making Via feel he could see straight through her, assessing every detail with keen perception. Via couldn't help but notice the small details that added to his allure—the slight shadow of stubble along his jaw, the faint scent of his cologne that hinted at sophistication and depth, the way his lips curved into a knowing, almost teasing smile as he regarded her. He was a man who commanded attention without effort, and his very presence was a testament to his power and status.