Stephen Strange Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What! Why staring at me like that Stephen? Have I done anything wrong?” “Let’s just go.” Stephen walked first, but he stopped and turned to me, he walk backwards and went to where I was and held my hand, then started walking. “Ehem! Flyn, we should hold hands too, like they do!” He’s teasing us. I was surprised when Stephen let go of my hand. I notice that in the three of them, only John is like the crazy one and super talkative. He has this different energy and vibes! “Here.” Stephen handed me a black helmet.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I need you. And you need me.” Mason stared at the hand, his own trembling as he reached out and hesitantly took it. The touch sent a jolt of energy through him, a strange sensation that left him breathless. “What’s going to happen to me?” Mason asked, his voice barely a whisper. “You’ll learn,” Ste-phen replied, his voice a low rumble. “You’ll learn to control your power, your connection to me. You’ll become something more than human.” The words, heavy with promise and danger, filled Mason with a mix of fear and fascination. He had no idea what Ste-phen meant, but the sheer power emanating from him, the raw energy that pulsed around them, filled him with a sense o

Jacob expressed, knowing he sounded like a madman, insane in thought. Stephie scoffed and shook her head. Rubbing her closed eyes with her fingertips, she groaned, feeling as though a headache would soon birth itself in her brain. Why was this man so insufferable? And yet even worse, why was she happy that he trapped her in an all new banter? She had missed him. As stupid and as insane as it sounded, she had yearned to see him again for so long. His heavy, strong gaze, his tall posture, his fit stature and visible muscles. And his scent... she needed a reminder of his intoxicating air. If only he would come close... "This is insane." Stephie blurted out, mainly to her senseless womanly thoug

"Yup, she's Jaja. You said earlier that you're not afraid of ghosts!" Then we laughed again. Which caused Ethan to snort. "You guys are awesome!" he faced Jaja again. "Hey!" he called. "Hey! You're bad! I just want to shoot!" "Don't worry Ace, Jaja won't be the only one to scare you." We laughed for a while before going back to work. Even though Jaja was gone, Ethan still kept his eyes on where Jaja was earlier. Paralyzed amputee.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the prospect of gaining leverage over his step-sister. “What might that be?” Stephen asked with a raised brow. Shane's smile grew wider as he said, "I want Jane, your sister, in my bed. That's my price for helping you." “What the FUCK!” Stephen chuckled slightly, "You don't mean it." Shane nodded, his expression serious, "Oh, I do. I'm not interested in getting involved with my step-sister Avery or my father's company, but now that you need my help, you have to give me something in return."

Before I could have said something, he interrupted me. "Is it because of your lunatic stranger?" His words were enough to startle me. Somewhere my attraction towards Half-Wit is spoiling my relationship with Stefan. I got one more reason to distance myself from my lunatic Stranger. I can see if I stay with him then I will lose the only person I love after my parents.

“Princess.. what did I tell you about talking to strangers? They are bad people who only want to harm little cute kids like you” Scott sprang up to his feet and sent a sharp glared to Stephen. “Stop filling my daughter's head with those craps! I think you should be more specific on who the stranger here truly is. They are both my family and the earlier you start accepting that, the better for you!” “She's not your daughter!” Stephen answered back with the same tone.

The boy’s tiny fists clench instinctively, sensing danger far beyond his understanding. Stephen’s heart races. His hands tremble. He had followed Marco through all kinds of madness… but this? Kidnapping a pup — a child — from his parents? Performing a blood ritual with an innocent life? He swallows hard, guilt crawling up his throat. “I still think we can reconsider,” Stephen says quietly, almost pleading. His voice shakes. “This isn’t just revenge anymore, Marco. It’s…dark. Too dark.”

His gaze fixed on her, sharp and assessing, and for a moment his expression faltered. “You…” Stephan’s voice was deep, resonant, carrying easily across the clearing. He leaned forward slightly, as though trying to catch a memory that hovered just out of reach. “You feel familiar to me. State your name and your lineage.” It was a command, enforced by the weight of his Alpha's Will. Zara stiffened, bracing her mental shields to fight off his authority and forcing her chin higher. “We’ve never met.” “Perhaps not,” Alpha Stephan admitted, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face. “Yet there is a thread I cannot place. A strange bond. It unsettles me.”

The touch sent a delicious, terrifying shiver straight down my spine. "Let them trace it," Julian whispered, his eyes darkening with a sudden, possessive intensity. "By the time they coordinate with the Swiss authorities to drill through thirty feet of reinforced Alpine concrete, we will be ten thousand miles away, operating under a clean registry. I didn't spend three years programming your mind just to let a handful of federal lawyers dictate where we sleep."