Ted Wheeler Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Staring down at the man on the floor who was twitching into consciousness, “Oh no you don’t, you traitor” The stranger, clad in an all black biker outfit and a helmet on, brought out a gun from behind and fired right into the head of the man who ceased all little movements at once and the gun was returned. Before also leaving, they glanced away to the further back of the old building right at where the group had escaped through. ** Hayes smiled, seeing their reflection in the rearview mirror. The mother and child were fast asleep at the back and he was driving them to her place. His loving gaze lingered and when he reverted to look at the road, “Shit!”

He stroked the creature’s head, and it flew off again. “That. Was. Amazing!” I shouted excitedly. “What’s that thing called? And the one we saw on the road?” “That was a Xenodermus, it’s mine—we’ve been through many battles. The one on the road is a Sthrutio, Cygnus has one too and he’ll show it to you soon. For now, we need to rest. It’s been a long day.”

Halfway up, a sound tore through the night—a scream, inhuman and layered, like a thousand voices all speaking at once. Seren froze. “That’s not a howl.” “No,” the stranger said grimly. “It’s worse.” I risked a glance over my shoulder. I wish I hadn’t. The Wardens were emerging from the treeline—tall, skeletal figures draped in tattered shadow, their faces hidden behind masks of hammered silver. Their limbs were too long, their movements wrong, jerking like puppets pulled by invisible strings. And their eyes—if you could call them eyes—were nothing but pits of swirling starlight.

A foolish gesture," the stranger murmured, his voice deceptively soft. He released Bill, who collapsed on the ground, clutching his shattered wrist, tears streaming down his face. "What....what do you want," The others stumbled back, fear twisting their features into grotesque masks. They were hardened men, men who had stared death in the face countless times, but this stranger, this beautiful wraith from the woods, had them quaking in their boots. Who the fuck was this?, yet strangely his face looked familiar.

Talen announced as he added a pile of clothing to Aislen’s trolley. “He’s right,” Cameron agreed. “Let’s load them up.” The other Triquetra were already in the loading bay stacking the back of their stolen 4WD with an eclectic collection of scary looking equipment. Once both vehicles were jammed as full as they could be, Talen and Dan took the Ute, and Greg and Tom the 4WD, leaving Aislen and Cameron to wait for the arrival of the witches. Aislen had discovered that the staff locker room had a shower that was considerably nicer than the one at Leighton’s date warehouse, and they decided to have a quick wash whilst they waited for Talen to return.

" He ordered politely with an aura of authority. She stood, trembling on both legs as she stared at his deep brown eyes assessing her with a firm face. "Striscia! (*Strip!!)" She kicked off her sneakers and started working on the buttons on her tartan checked patterned shirt. She gives him her back as she unsnaps her bra. "Now I want to see. Turn back around. Show me!" She turned around nervously with her eyes closed as she began to remove her bra slowly, feeling her tits spring out. She removed her belt and moved down her denim jeans, freeing her pretty legs completely from it as it dropped on the floor.

Instead of the creature for flying back like a bullet, Ferguson ended up penetrating the creature's chest and plugging out its still beating heart. The werewolf whined like a puppy before eventually giving up the ghost. Ferguson stood above the werewolf in triumph still holding the bloody heart in his right hand not knowing he was being watched, he sensed in the nick of time that he was being watched when he heard the stranger's snarl. He did not know who the stranger was because he was still standing at the dark entrance of the room watching him with so much ire and fury. SNARL!

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls . The third vampire snarls and lunges . The stranger catches him midair , slams him against the wall , drives something silver straight through his . He drops like a puppet with cut strings . Silence. Except my ragged breathing and the wet drip of blood hitting concrete . The stranger turns. Tall, black hoodie , silver eyes that seem to cut straight through me . Blood splattered across his jaw like war paint . “You okay ?” His voice is low, rough , like he’s not used to speaking .

But in doing so, how would that not notify the hundreds of werewolves working security? Trying my best not to call attention to it, I nudged Rowan and mouthed, “Look.” Acting like he had to itch his back, he took his free hand as if to scratch, turning his head slightly to get a better look. With a slight shake of his head, I knew he came to the same conclusion as I. After fully moving through the gates, we came to an abrupt stop in front of some kind of motorized cart I've never seen before. Trying not to seem dumb, I pointed at it, “Alpha, what is that?”