Stranger Things Steve Harrington Bat Novels & Stories

The voice echoed again. Steve stopped in his track and turned. "What are you doing?" Emma stopped and turned to him in alarm. "If he enters the pack with the dead things, we are fucked," Steve said with a grim expression. "There has to be a way to fight him off." Emma sighed and turned back. She was surprised by how quick those dead things surrounded them again. "Finally, you have accepted your fate," The hooded figure said and Emma could hear the smirk in voice. "No, we are not going down without a fight!" Steve said in a tight voice. With a surprising speed, he crouched low to pick up a large stone and hurled it with all his strength at the hooded figure.

I said, and Steven started making the necessary calls. ‘Luna, we know who is attacking us. It’s Chris Harris and his gang of DNA-engineered humans as well as rogues who are helping them.’ Cam mind-linked me. I could hear the background noise of voices and clashes. FUCK!!!!!!! IT WAS A TRAP!!!!! I quickly searched my phone and dialed Xander’s number. He left five hours ago; I could still reach him. “It’s Chris Harris!” I yelled. “He is attacking us. It was a trap. Xander and the others walked into a trap!”

His treatment of Sage had proved to her he had no regard for human life; that was one reason she had told Wright to not go to him. “I know who killed him,” she started. Helen’s attention was not on her anymore. She was looking beyond her. “Who is that?” She looked back. Steve was between two officers, his hands and shirt smeared with blood. “We found him hiding between cars. He’s a demon.” His hands were cuffed just like hers; all the cells and restraining devices were inscribed with spells to contain the other-races. Helen strode to him, shouting at him if he killed Detective Wright.

A booming voice rang out, then a 50-year-old man in training clothes swept down toward the raised platform in a steep dive. He stomped down, and spiritual energy burst out from within him, forming a violent storm that swept outward and blasted everyone off the platform. Streams of energy tore through space as one expert after another was sent flying. They slammed hard into the ground and cried out in pain. "It's the head of Harmony Sect, Steven Harrison. Why is he here already? What is he trying to do?"

He stepped back before the air could ignite. Across the city, Harrington sat in his office as the steel case was placed on his desk. "Library vault," his lead operative reported. "Minimal resistance. She didn't see it coming." Harrington's lips curved into a satisfied smile. He entered a bypass code. The screen flickered with a complex, promising interface. "Get me my tech team. I want this opened by dawn." Hours later, as the first layer of encryption peeled away, a notification quietly transmitted from the drive.

"Aaron Harrington, I've been waiting for you." My brows arched upwards as I stared dumbfounded at the skeleton. "H-how-- how do you know my name?" I dared to ask. "I've known you ever since you were born. Son of Lycan Barron." His voice came out in a deep baritone that only managed to ground fear in my heart. "No-- no, I must be seeing things. I must be!" I slapped my cheeks repeatedly hoping I would break free from this terrible illusion but nothing happened.

His heart jumped when he saw the bat he was holding in his hand. "Fucking hell," he muttered, and Henry didn't even have time to ask what was going on as Eden hurried outside the car. The girl screamed when the stranger suddenly attacked them. Eden pulled him with his bat and pushed him to the ground, but the guy was quick and his movements were smooth. He easily stood up and hit Eden's back with the wooden bat, making him groan with pain. The guy wanted to take Harvey, but the young billionaire resisted his grip. Eden charged on the stranger and put his arm around Harvey's waist, and lowered his head as he quickly walked him to the car. After he made sure the Young Master was safe, he rejoi

He knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response. Mr. Harrington looked up, surprised but quickly masking it with a smirk. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Sterling. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” Mr. Sterling removed his mask, his eyes blazing with fury. “You think you can threaten me and get away with it? I’m not afraid of you, Harrington.” Mr. Harrington leaned back in his chair, his expression smug. “You should be. I have the power to ruin you, Sterling. One wrong move, and you’re finished.”

Harris. “We should take a look at that,” he says. I look at Steven and see that he is carrying Stacey’s lifeless body in both of his arms like a bride. I see that his eyes are wet from crying and he is shaking endlessly. “Steve,” Harris call him out, “Let’s go find a safer place and find medications about our injuries,” to which Steven doesn’t reply. Again, I feel a sudden jolt on my side and my vision gets darker and darker until I think I pass out.

Suddenly they locate me once more, and he is giving me the Edwarde look. Well, okay. I'll see you later, Bryntastic. Steve stands up, goes back to his porch, and picks up his guitar once more. Dad waits for me to enter the building as I do. He adheres to me. His voice is still tense as he says, "Who is that? He is still not resembling the laid-back dad I know as I turn to see him leaning on the kitchen counter. A guy from school named Steve. "Well, I'm not sure if I want you to chat to strangers outside at night. Even so, I've never met the child.