Strange Encounter Novels & Stories

Luckily enough for me, it was not that deep, but I would still need a hand to help me out. I looked up and saw the handsome stranger looking into the hole with an amused look on his face, that was when it occured to me that I had not even asked for his name. He stretched out his hand to me which I took with gratitude, and then he pulled me out of the hole. But something strange happened the moment I was out of the whole, I suddenly felt an electric shock on the hand with which I had held him, and just like the speed of lightening, we were both thrown apart, far away from each other.

I searched my memory. Was it all a bad dream? The stranger in my trailer. Stone Acanthus. A tall, towering warrior in black who had told me he owned me. I touched my lips, remembering the feel of his ruthless kiss. My first one. Had I really imagined it? What about that bizarre flash of light, and the way he’d flown backward away from me as if hit by an invisible wrecking ball.

Our paths crossed in the most unexpected of places, and as we exchanged a few brief words, I sensed a connection that defied explanation. Curiosity gnawed at my insides, urging me to explore this mysterious encounter further. I began to dig deeper, tracing the stranger's steps, searching for any clue that could shed light on their identity. Each piece of the puzzle I uncovered only deepened the mystery, leading me down a labyrinthine path of hidden connections and buried secrets.

Little did I know that this encounter would be the catalyst for a transformative journey, one that would redefine my perception of reality, challenge my beliefs, and ultimately lead me to a destiny I had never imagined possible. *********************** In the days that followed our fateful meeting, the mysterious stranger, whom I would come to know as Gabriel, became an enigmatic presence in my life. We delved deep into the recesses of my memories, piecing together fragments of a shared past that had long been buried beneath layers of forgetfulness. Gabriel possessed a profound knowledge of the hidden aspects of my life, weaving a narrative that intertwined with ancient prophecies and forgot

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

It compelled me to say something that wasn't part of the script. "A puppy that only knows how to play hard to get can't be rewarded." The man grunted. I watched the screen and saw him quit so abruptly that it was as if he'd been disconnected. I thought about waiting for him to come back online, but the doorbell rang just then. I had no choice but to put down my phone to answer the door. Someone pinned me to it as soon as I opened it. Before I realized what was happening, they pressed their lips against mine.

Jaida staggered a bit as she walked, her legs starting to hurt from supporting Arius. She wasn't going to be able to make it to her house. Maybe if she hadn't had to run up all of those stairs and then go back down them, this would be easier. She had carried him like this before, but this time it was difficult. She was starting to wish that one of the cars speeding down the street would stop and offer her a ride. However, everyone in the city minded their own business. No one cared to stop in their routine to help out a stranger. It just wasn't heard of. It just wasn't normal. That's probably why no one ever noticed Lucius. He was abnormal. No one in the city was perceptive enough or willing

It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, if only for this fleeting moment. In this cinematic entrance, the stranger became more than a mere figure in the gallery. He became an enigma, a beacon of intrigue that stirred Beatrix's heart and ignited a flicker of hope in her soul. Little did she know that this encounter would set in motion a series of events that would forever alter the course of her life.

Plus the fact that she was inside her dream. She scanned her surroundings. On her right side was a narrow road with a lamp post attached to a greenery shrub. At the end part of the road was a tree placed on the center of the road. How could that be? These strange things only happen in dreams. This must be a dream. A moment from now, a stranger will make an appearance. But he was still not here. He was always on his back while she attempted to talk to him. Where could he be? Was it him who called her? Or maybe this time, this is an ordinary dream. Where she will just forget about this when she awakens.