Stranger Things Mileven Novels & Stories

Miles Thorne eldest brother of William Thorne, a man who was supposed to have been in exile or dead in the family power struggle ten years ago stood there in all his elegance. "Mavric thinks his enemy is Marcus Vane," Miles stepped into the room, ignoring Liora’s weapon. "But Marcus was just a pet dog I lent to Omni-Tech.” “He did his job well to lure Mavric out to sea." "You planned all of this..." Liora tried to squeeze the trigger, but her fingers felt numb. "Don’t bother, Liora," Miles pointed to a small device in his hand. "I’m holding a frequency transmitter that can disable your Master Key’s neural signals from close range.”

Nobody messes with Josh's family. Josh still couldn't believe Lainie had not called Dimitri after she found the note nailed to the door of her cabin. Miles could very well have come back once he knew she was home and broken in to her cabin to carry out whatever vile intentions he intended. The fact that he followed her from Draven Falls to Bull Creek reeked of desperation and determination. It also reeked of danger. Lainie assumed—as had the rest of them—that once she left Draven Falls, she would be safe, out of Miles' reach, but obviously, she had been wrong. Miles determined he would have her as his wife and came to lay claim to her, regardless of her refusal to be his mate. Daniel Everest

“Where are they?” I wasn’t keen on wasting any more time. Despite being several floors up from the dining hall, there was every possibility someone could hear should they wander this way. Not that they should have a reason to. It was meant to be a private level for the Alpha heir and all the attendants would be on duty serving the dinner guests. “Where are they, Sterling?” I repeated again, him taking too long to answer. “I… I think they’re in Miles’ warehouse,” he said. “It’s located near the border between Lockdale and Ashwood.”

I quickly board the front seat, “Zeath… as in Zeath Lupin? The very Zeath Lupin I know?” “Is there any other?” “But East isn’t this good looking.” The guy entered the car. And since I’m sitting next to him, I’m given the firsthand experience at analyzing the stranger’s features, especially the fact that the woolen black turtleneck shirt work beneath his coat fits his shape in all right ways. The vehicle hits the road with him as the driver. If care is not taken, he may just crush the path with his chilling stare. “This is Zachili; the dead one…” Mellow was saying but then abruptly pauses and sighs, “actually, the one you never heard about, I guess.”

Mine was vibrating with barely contained violence. We stepped into the room. And I saw him. Miles Stevenson. Slumped in the chair, shirt torn, nose bleeding, both eyes swollen, lip split, bruises blooming across his face like purple rot. He looked like he’d been thrown down a flight of stairs, then dragged back up again. Good. I wanted to be the one to break him. The moment I stepped inside, Miles lifted his head slightly and flinched. The fear in his eyes was instant, raw, trembling, pathetic.

--- By dawn, the first arrival came. A lone figure emerged from the east, draped in black and bearing a staff made from twisted bone. His eyes shimmered with obsidian light, and his voice cracked the silence like glass. “I seek the Starborn heirs,” he said. Kael stepped forward, sword drawn. “You found them. State your purpose.” The stranger smiled. “I am Mirkhael. Keeper of Forgotten Things. Herald of the Deep Pact. And I come with a warning.” Theron narrowed his gaze. “What kind of warning?”

"We use your crystal." Mia gulped down a spoon full of soup, not even noticing the sad look on Estelle's face as she set bread beside the fallen coven leader's bone-thin hand. Once inside the pavilion, safely tucked into our area and behind wards, Mia shed the heavy cloak hiding her from me. She looked even more emaciated than before, the light showing the thin veins running under her near-transparent skin, the way her eyes sank into dark pits, two shining blue lights the only sign she was in there.

*The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* Olivia continued staring at him in shock. " I used to be, number Eight" He was the last person she would suspect of being a soul shifter and even Venom was taken aback, Meek was the only one with a confused expression on his face. She had just found out that Venom was an heir of one of the main families in Green city and now she was finding out about Eight " I used to be a soul shifter but now ..

Fear clouded his eyes immediately, “the twin girl” The uneasiness in his heart rose, he couldn't even close his eyes and sleep. --- The next morning, Miles and Lycan drove to the airport, on their way, the four Special forces were coming after them from behind. Miles knitted his eyebrows tightly, he didn't tell his father, that some powerful cultivators are after them. He cast a spell, and the car that was driving the special forces skidded. To a halt, after being knocked beneath by a pillar.

ME: IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE WOULD KNOW. HALE: WHICH PART? ME THINKING ABOUT YOU OR YOU BEING MY PATIENT? ME: PATIENT. HALE: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH TROUBLE I COULD GET IN? ME: BUT ONLY IF SOMEONE KNEW YOU WERE TREATING ME, CORRECT? HALE: WELL, YES, BUT SOMEONE'S GOING TO FIND OUT IF WE SEE EACH OTHER AND YOU START TO SHOW. ME: HALE: DON'T DO THAT. I'M ALREADY HAVING A TOUGH TIME WITH THIS.