Stephen Strange Cape Novels & Stories

Someone came out from the bushes and started clapping his hands , His face was covered with a mask and a hoddie .I could not see who it was . Drake was also shocked and immediately got up and started moving toward the man . The Stanger slowly removed his hoddie cap and he started to seem familiar to me . The Stanger was looking start into my eyes .His eyes where red .I could not make out if it was because of crying or because of anger .

What the fuck! The stranger shifted at the sight of me, and Stephen’s hand tangled casually in his hair, like this was normal. Like this was a random Tuesday night activity. I could see him trying to push the guy's head for more. I made a sound. I didn’t even know what it was—anger, disgust, shock but it came out sharp and ugly. The stranger startled and pulled back, half-rising, clearly embarrassed. Stephen didn’t even flinch. Instead, he looked straight at me and smirked.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

Startled, she stumbled back, her heart racing. "I-I apologize," the stranger's voice resonated through the air, their tone carrying a sense of elegance and mystery. With a graceful nod, they swiftly departed, leaving Cynthia standing there, momentarily frozen in astonishment. Cynthia's eyes widened in surprise as the stranger swiftly turned to apologize. In that brief moment, their cloak shifted, revealing a glimpse of golden eyes that sparkled with an otherworldly light. The intensity and depth within those eyes captured Cynthia's attention, as if peering into a realm of ancient secrets and untold stories.

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

I trudged through the housing estate in what I knew to be the town’s general direction. My extremely brief visit to the offices of SES had established beyond doubt that the two worlds were indeed very different. For a start we’d got the name of this place wrong. It wasn’t Capistrano Two, or Capistrano anything. No matter what it called itself I had to get organized. The crappy glowing suit had begun to decompose as wisps of it floated in the air around me. I looked like a human Dandelion. A police car slowed to observe me before moving on. Perhaps Jervis had made a report about some eccentric turning up for a non-existent interview. They’d probably be back and I obviously had no ID on me. Ca

“Stand up.” The figure hesitated — then obeyed. They were shaky. Thin. When they straightened fully, the cloak fell open enough to show torn clothes underneath. Not armor. Robes? Wraps? Hard to tell. Whatever it had been, it hadn’t been made for this world. The seams were weird, cut on angles that didn’t match human tailoring. Heather muttered, “I hate this. I hate all of this. I hate everything.” Baylee didn’t take her eyes off the stranger. “How did you get through?”

This is quite awkward and uncomfortable cause for Pete's sake, I'm sitting on top of someone, I don't even know. I tried to untangle his calloused arms on my waist, but he tightened his grip, making me gasp in surprise as my head hit his hard chest. He smells so odd, I never knew that someone can smell this odd. He doesn't stink, but he has this masculine scent and a bit minty. It makes me want to nuzzle closer to it, but I urge myself not to. I don't have an idea, he's a stranger. A kidnapper. Will he sell my kidneys? And my eyes? Oh, God please tell me I'm wrong. I don't want to be sold! I'm not a thing, I'm a person. "Oh, sei sveglio, ragazzo. How's your head?"

I need to take a minute, watch, and try to figure it out. A figure steps out of a stall, and I back into the nearest open door. “Hello?” a low voice asks behind me. I wheel, suck in a breath, and almost choke on the reek of manure. The person behind me wears a thick blue veil embroidered with silver constellations—a starlight, Lightning Cape’s weird religious order of men. I open my mouth to tell him I’m avoiding someone and let him fill in the gaps, but then I meet his eyes.

"You...you..what do you want me to do with this?" He shrugged, and opened the door. "We will stop by a store first. No man would look at you like that." "You did, though." I said to him, the rebellious side of me peeking. "I am not just any man." He replied simply. He was right. He want just any man. He want just any alpha either. I followed him closely as he arranged his black cape like shirt. It was turtle necked, and had a slim long sleeve that covered his hands.