Solemn Stranger Novels & Stories

Elliot asked, his voice low, steady. The stranger tilted their head, smiling faintly. “I suppose you could call me… the overseer.” “The overseer of what?” Elliot demanded. Their smile widened, but their eyes remained cold. “This,” they said simply, gesturing around them. “The judgment. The reckoning. Call it what you will.” Elliot’s pulse quickened. “So you’re the one behind this. The notes. The deaths. It’s you.” The stranger’s expression didn’t falter. “You’re quick to accuse, but I haven’t touched a single one of you. You’re doing this to yourselves.”

The end of a journey every civilization had been attempting in their own flawed way. And somehow— He chose to remain human. The stranger looked up at the sky again. His smile disappeared completely. "Unfortunately..." The atmosphere trembled. The gateways darkened. The shadow beyond them moved again. Larger now. Closer. Hungrier. "...it's coming." The Endwalker closed its eyes. The First Hunger tightened its claws. The Sovereign rose higher into the air. And for the first time since arriving— The mysterious stranger looked genuinely serious. "It found the path."

It took a moment for her to realize he didn’t let go. “I’m so sorry,” she managed to whisper. “I wasn’t paying attention.” “I’m glad you weren’t,” the stranger replied. When she looked at him curiously, he added, “I would have had to come up with a way to meet you, otherwise.” “Oh,” she blushed. His smooth, masculine tone of southern assuredness vibrated through her body as he said, “I’m Martin Somerson.” “Alison,” she stammered. “Colby, Alison Colby.”

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

Mara stumbled to a halt beside him, her breathing ragged, with strands of hair sticking to her forehead. “Here,” the stranger said in that calm voice of his. “We’ll stop for now.” He turned, keeping his hood still drawn low enough to conceal his face. The moonlight caught the edge of his jaw and the glint of something at his belt…a dagger, slender and lethal. Damon noted it, memorizing every detail. He didn’t trust easily, and this stranger had led them through a labyrinth of tunnels, out into the forest, and away from the chaos without saying a word. No name. No reason. Just that voice in the smoke telling him to follow.

He wore a leather jacket over a plain black t-shirt, and the way it clung to his toned physique left little to the imagination. “Who the hell are you?” Damien snarled, still holding onto me. The stranger stepped into the room, his movements calm but deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. “I said, let her go.” His voice was deep, steady, and laced with a quiet menace that sent a shiver down my spine. Damien released me, but only to square up to the man. “This is none of your business. Walk away before you regret it.” The stranger smirked, his eyes never leaving Damien. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you.”

Tension permeated the air as we all turned to meet the stranger. The voice demanded, "Let her go, Dante," smooth and serene yet lethal. Dante's face contorted with fury. Who the heck do you suppose you are? But the stranger's reply was straightforward: no more words; just the lethal click of a revolver, ready for whatever next happened. And in that instant, what I understood about this struggle, about the people around me, broke apart. This was a fresh player. And what did they want with us? Before the person moved more into the low light, I hardly had time to absorb what was occurring. A towering black figure, their motions are shockingly quiet as they round Dante.

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

he asserted, his words ringing out with clarity. The bombshell revelation left the entire gathering in stunned silence, the stranger's words hanging heavy in the air. "Me?" I managed to stammer, the shock of the moment still reverberating through me like a thunderclap. The stranger, now revealing himself as Sebastian, took a deep breath before continuing. "Let me start by introducing myself," he began, his voice steady despite the gravity of his confession. The intensity in the room was palpable as all eyes turned towards him, awaiting his next words with bated breath.

I did not care about life at the moment, I am just accepting things as they are. Strange, I can not see her. Suddenly the big man that loves to give us to strangers if they have given him something appeared from outside with a larger man than him. The man had almost red eyes, I would call them Grimson. He smelled like something dangerous, feral and I shouldn’t resist his command, well, not that I would anyway. I do as I am told, then I don’t get punished that much.