Stranger Things Mileven Novels & Stories

A few attendants stepped forward hesitantly, but when they caught the warning look the steward shot them, they stopped dead in their tracks. Eli snapped at Karina, his voice low, "Enough. You're making a scene." To my ears, the words only sounded like a joke. I lingered no longer, and climbed the smooth, cold-white marble stairs to the second floor at an unhurried pace. More than a dozen partitioned boxes ringed the second-floor hall, divided by screens yet still overlooking the entire floor below. The box dead center, with its carved and gilded doors, was the Thorne family's own seat of honor.

Miles had earth-element gifts! He wasn't that powerful, seeing as he was just able to raise a small mound of dirt, but it popped up in the worst possible spot, right under Hayley's armored truck, lifting it just enough to jam it in place. Within seconds, Hayley could see through her front monitor as swarms of zombies poured in from every direction. They spilled out of the cafeteria, stumbled from warehouses of all sizes, and even clawed their way down from the office building.

After exiting the living room where his siblings were, Brian Matthews stormed out of the mansion. He heard a familiar voice call his name but he didn't bother to look back. Brian got into his car, then drove out of the mansion. As he drove towards his Cabin house for some alone time, he couldn't stop thinking about his earlier conversation with Vanessa and also the conversations with his siblings. The more he remembered every detail of what they talked about, the more his head began to ache.

Before I could ask anything about their business or whatsoever, another voice got my attention as multiple armed men began to enter the hallway, " We meet again, Miss Stevens!" I whipped my head back, stunned to see that guy Marcello, standing a few steps away from me. His eyes held a mysterious, dark glint that shook me in horror. I spelled his name wondering, " Marcello...you.." He started with a smirk, shoving his hands into his pockets before coming towards me, "Let me introduce myself again. Marcello De Rossi, the elder son of Russian Don."

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.

It seemed he had a lot of things on his mind because he was finding it difficult to remember his name. “Is it the dead sorcerer Jonathan?!” he asked in a glad voice. “Yes, he is the one. We need…” “I know what you need,” Tahoma cut Justin sharply. Tahoma took a quick look at Miles, wondering why the young man was dirty and grumpy but he didn’t bother to ask. Elves were known for always meddling into other people’s business but Tahoma was different. He didn’t look for trouble and stayed on his own. That was why he was sent on more missions than his friends who were always jumping from one place to another. “Let me show you the way,” Tahoma said walking in the direction of a tree.

David yelled. Killer walked over to David with Miles. At this time, Miles had fallen into a coma because of his serious injuries and the pressure of imminent death. David grabbed Miles' neck and slowly floated into the air. After he ascended about seven or eight floors high, he stopped. It was not surprising that someone who was halfway to God Rank could float in the air for a short time. After stopping in the air, David said, “The person in my hand is Miles Pearson, a descendant of the hidden Pearson family. There should be some people here who know him.”

The toddlers continued to sleepily twist his hair around their fingers. "There's another sub-level," Fennigan answered, his voice a dark, vibrating rumble that echoed against Leela's knees. "A Vault. Deeper than the lab, completely off the grid with an analog titanium core. The Weaver can't touch it. Miller says he's the only one with the override sequences." Fennigan’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking violently in his soot-stained cheek. "He wouldn't tell us anything more. He's terrified that if he gives up the location, we'll kill him. And honestly... I might yet."

Then, Melanie’s voice. "Seraphina, Xander... thank you for the 'Sovereign' gift. The chaos you’ve caused is the perfect distraction. But you should know... the child isn't just crying because he’s hungry. He’s crying because the 'Second Vault' Arthur Thorne mentioned? It isn't a place. It’s a biological timer in his blood. And only I have the code to stop the countdown."

"Now you know the truth. There’s no fixing this. It has to burn." Celeste thought about her mother. About her brother’s empty eyes. "Yeah. It does." "Good." Mila-One opened her laptop. "Then let’s talk about the lab." She pulled up files—photos, floor plans, guard rotations. "It’s here," she pointed. "Twenty miles outside the city. Underground. Fifteen guards minimum. State-of-the-art security." "We can’t hit that with just the three of us," Damien said. "We won’t. I’ve got six others ready. And a doctor on the inside helping me."