Ted Wheeler Stranger Things Novels & Stories

She brought her hand up to her mouth and coughed into it violently. “Are you okay? You don’t look so well,” Sue said. A part of her wanted to offer the girl a glass of water, but she was still a bit disturbed to learn that this stranger had been watching her and Knight. She had the sudden fear that this girl might be a part of some “human first” group but, to be honest, now that they were face-to-face, Sue thought that she maybe had the look of a werewolf about her. There was a light behind those brown eyes, however dim, that she had only seen in wolves. “I’m fine,” the stranger told her. “I mean, I’m not fine, but there’s nothing you can do about it. I need to talk to Knight.”

My eyes focus slowly as I look around, seeing a staircase the descends further down, where the hell are we? Did I just fall into a trap? “It’s okay, you are safe,” the stranger reassures me again and that’s when I realize I am still holding his hand but squeezing it so tight that his knuckles are turning white. Embarrassment consumes me and I let go quickly, bringing to my arm to my chest as he turns around. “Is It safe Finn?” he yells below and someone answers back. “Yeah, Alpha. Everything is still here. Watch the stairs as you come down, though. They have crumbled in a few places.”

williams sobs. Jayden was in a trance walking hand in hand with Maya, both were going deeper into the garden, Suddenly Maya stopped. "What's wrong? Why are we stopping?". Jayden asked. " Hayden, we--"Maya got interrupted. "What the hell are you doing here?". A voice said from behind and they turned in that direction to see an old woman in pure white. " Grandma?".Jayden called surprisedly. "Maya?". Another voice called and turned in the direction.

Vincent's golden eyes narrowed in determination as he responded, "Then I’ll die along with you." He drove his claws deeper into the stranger’s chest. The stranger screamed—half man and half void, before dissolving into black dust. The air became still and silent. For the first time in centuries, silence meant peace. Camela's breath shook as she asked, “Vincent…is it over?” He turned toward her, panting heavily. “It should be,” he replied. But then a hum filled the air again—it sounded low, deep, and disturbing. The dust from the stranger rose into the air, swirling into a shape she recognized—The ghost.

Ashton said with a warm smile. Both Theo and Mason frown. Ashton wasn't supposed to give their information to th stranger before they could even question him. Theo was about to berate Ashton when Dark stopped him. "Calm down... like I said, I don't feel any evil intentions from thi stranger. Let's take him home first." Theo took in sharp breathe before nodding. "Lets get back home!" With that, he turned Ashton's wheelchair and started walking back to the pack house. Mason and Ricky followed the stranger after he waked behind their Alpha.

The machine collapsed into the mud, its gears hissing as the black fluid leaked into the snow. But there were eleven more. I fell back toward the longhouse, my gray-stained palm burning as the "Thirteenth resonance" tried to surface one last time. I looked at the stranger’s book, open on the ledger-table. The third page was blank, waiting for a line that could justify the blood that was currently spilling onto our first harvest. "Sara!" Xander screamed, his voice swallowed by the roar of the mechanical line as two of the iron giants pinned his arms against the barricade, their shears hovering inches from the charcoal heart on his chest.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

"I saw that. That was fucking cool. Did you watch the video where they were on stage, and the bass drum exploded at the end?" "I missed that one. I will have to look for it. I'm not that good with my computer plate yet." They fell silent, and then the stranger turned and looked around the mist. "It's not that I haven't had weird dreams before, but this is super weird." The skinny guy laughed to himself. "I sleep next to an alien, so what do I know about weird?" The stranger turned to leave, but now Sloan was interested. "You're in a dream?" "I'm asleep."

The lights flickered, and the sounds of machinery whirring to life filled the air. "Looks like our diversion is working," Rachel said, her voice laced with concern. But I was still distracted by the stranger's words. "He said he'd help us, but not in the way we think." Rachel's eyes locked onto mine. "You think he will help us take down the rogue group?" I shook my head. "No, I think he's going to cause more trouble." The hum grew louder, and the lights flashed faster. It was then that I noticed a small, sleek drone hovering above the warehouse, its camera capturing every detail.

I already knew that. But hearing it confirmed didn’t help. “And the thing that came through the sky?” I asked. The stranger’s expression shifted slightly. That was the first real crack I’d seen. “That,” he said carefully, “Was a correction unit.” Kaelen muttered, “That’s not comforting.” “No,” the stranger agreed. “It shouldn’t be.” I took a step closer. Closing distance. Applying pressure. “And the ones coming next?” The stranger didn’t hesitate this time. “Hunters.”