Ted Wheeler Stranger Things Novels & Stories

But to my surprise, the face of the stranger came into view, running to my direction in haste. How did he..knew my name…? Did I somehow give it when we talked earlier? However, everything seemed running so slow…with the surrounding people thrown into chaos, shouting at me for some reason. Along with the stranger, who picked up the pace after turning to my side, I glanced. A ten-wheeler truck was rapidly going down the path where I stood, realizing that I was in the middle of the road. Despite screaming at myself to move, my legs remained still, fixed to the ground and unable to take a single step away from the upcoming danger. I stood there, as the driver tried his best to regain control, ye

I joked. Stephan exhaled. “He looks nicer than me. More innocent.” “Nah, you got the same eyes.” I said seriously. “But take it with a grain of salt, I am just a stranger after all.” “Yeah, and you've figured me out much faster than anyone else.” He chucked again. “Even Whitney?” Stephan didn't answer, but turned to me. We stared at each other, both trying to figure out what this energy between us was. Or maybe it was just me–after all he had traveled all this way just to break up Whitney’s wedding.

I placed the first-aid kit next to my bag. "You have technique. It's normal that you couldn't defeat me; don't feel bad about it." "Excuse me, sir. I’m the one who helped you!" "And I still don't know how to repay the favor." Just as he finished his sentence, the stranger jerked upright. There was the sound of a car stopping outside. I looked out and discovered it was Theron's car. In the driver's seat was Beta Joe. When I turned back, the stranger had vanished. Not a single sound, even for a werewolf's ears. How did he do that?

It started with a guttural, rattling bass that vibrated right through the soles of Bella’s feet, rising into an unnatural, multi-toned shriek that made her blood run cold. It wasn’t a wolf. It was something infinitely older, completely divorced from pack hierarchy. The stranger didn't hesitate. His hand moved down, his fingers quietly locking around the hilt of the heavy, silver-weighted broadblade strapped to his hip. He didn't take his eyes off the shadows for a single second. 'They're closer than I thought,' he whispered. Bella instinctively wrapped both hands around her stomach, every instinct in her Omega wolf screaming at her to run. Who are they? The stranger gripped his weapon tighte

Her protector stiffened, golden eyes flashing with a wild, possessive fury she didn’t know how to read. The stranger gave a humorless laugh. “Oh, he didn’t tell you yet? Typical.” Evelyn stepped forward despite the Alpha’s attempt to hold her back. “Tell me what?” The stranger opened his arms as if presenting her to herself. “That you, runaway bride, are the first human tether born in almost fifty years.” Evelyn blinked. “The first what?” “A tether,” the man repeated, slowly, as if explaining to a child. “A human who amplifies a werewolf’s strength and control. A living anchor.”

Who'd turned up the heat? "Give up your weapon," the stranger ordered, and his words were brushed with an odd accent. "They don't trust you." "The feeling is mutual, pal, but I'm not doing it. They'll eat me alive if I do." She'd watched TV. She knew what happened to the idiots who dropped the gun. He glanced at the creatures. "Your choice." Long moments passed while she held his gaze. Sweat plastered the hair under her hat to her scalp. For all she knew this guy had kidnapped Wiley and was keeping her somewhere nearby…if she was still alive.

the stranger demanded, leaving me perplexed and rooted on the spot. “You can talk?” I did not know why I said that, and why I was already moving to obey him. I felt stupid. A werewolf jumped towards me, but the guy blocked it, tossing it away. “Yes! Get your ass in that carriage, now!” I dashed towards my carriage as another werewolf lunged at me. The stranger blocked the creature once more, this time by thrusting his hand through the creature’s body. He then let go of it, its heart still warm and beating in his hand. I got in the vehicle without a scratch, locking the doors. Thank the Rozen Maiden, my carriage was like a fortress. We made it from the hardest metal alloy in Terran, the windo

I choked back a scream as he violently drove me down to my knees. "You fight for the girl," the stranger whispered, leaning over my shoulder, his breath smelling of ozone and dead leaves. "You fight for territory. How incredibly small." With his free hand, he reached into the tactical vest at his chest. The moonlight caught the wicked, metallic gleam of a long, heavy object. It wasn't a dagger. It was a massive, solid silver stake, its surface etched with intricate, glowing runes that hummed with a low, menacing frequency.

Hindi ko alam na sila pala iyong kumanta nang stranger. "Ano bang title?" ay letche! "'Yung stranger!" malakas kong sigaw na ikina-lingon saamin ng halos lahat. "Shuta ka! kahiya kang kasama!" nakita kong tumingin siya sa paligid at agad na pinamulahan ng mukha. "Pero gustong-gusto naman akong kasama," mahinang parinig ko sa kaniya. Nakita kong umirap lang siya at hinila na lang ako pataas. Gumagawa kami nang eskandalo dito!

I sat in the back seat, wrapped in a beige shawl, half of my face hidden in the shawl , as if the fabric could shield me from the truth. Uncle Henry drove in silence, his jaw clenched knuckles white from clutching too hard. He was silent and I didn’t blame him. Neither of us spoke until the car pulled into the gate of a driveway of a beautiful brownstone nestled on a quiet New York street. Long trees covered the fence like a curtain . It was a small house but looked warm and welcoming. It is *Home—for now.* Uncle stepped out and opened the door for me. “Are you sure this is safe?” I asked quietly, still seated.