Ted Wheeler Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a colossal shape began to slowly emerge from the seam. This one was not clawed like the scout. It wasn’t distorted either. Instead, it was solid. Undeniably ancient. Its surface looked like obsidian fused with bone, layered plates shifting slowly over one another as it rose higher and higher. It did not rise in a haste nor roar. It simply ascended. The stranger’s eyes widened in shock and his voice dropped to a whisper. “They have sent a Warden upon us now.” Dax’s expression darkened. “That sound like something we can never outrun.”

And that's when I saw it. Through a gap in the trees, a few miles out near the old logging road, something wasn't right. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't a soldier on foot. It was big. It was black. It looked like a giant metal beetle crouching in the shadows. "Sarah, look," I pointed. She squinted. "Is that a truck?" "It’s too big for a regular truck," I said. My pulse started to race. "Look at the antennas on top. And the way those guards are circling it. They aren't fighting. They’re protecting it."

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

"I've spent twenty-two years looking for answers. If you know something, tell me." The stranger's smile disappeared. "You want the truth?" "Yes." "Then ask your werewolf." I looked at Steele. "What is he talking about?" Steele didn't answer. The stranger laughed quietly. "Still protecting her from the truth?" Steele's eyes narrowed. "Leave." "Why?" "You know why." "I do." The stranger took another step. "And that's why we're here." Suddenly, Steele disappeared. A violent impact shook the hallway. The stranger was thrown through a wooden door.

Hunter lifted her up. Nathan decided to take the opportunity and shoot Hunter, as Hunter was exposed. Nathan got up but before he could, the man shot at him, sending a bullet through the space between his eyes. "The cars is just a few meters from here." The man told Hunter. He was speaking fast. "Keep running down this path and you'll see it. Two black sedans. We'll continue covering you until you're all in." That's when Hunter saw his face, it was the stranger at the bar. The stranger who had spent the night sharing jokes and asking him about his love life, and then after saying bye, had driven to his house and left him an A4 paged letter with 4 words. Walker.

the voice continued a touch of disdain in their tone. "For your information, I'm armed with a silver spear, poisoned with wolf's bane. So, you know what to expect," it taunted, instilling a deep sense of fear within me. In that tense moment, Dove's face broke into a small smile as he approached, tapping the stranger on the shoulder. "Ah, there you are, buddy. I've missed you."What took you so long?" Dove greeted the stranger, his voice filled with genuine relief. "The chief is up to no good. I know of a path. Let's go," the stranger said, releasing his grip on me as I let out a sigh of relief.

Then his blood-stained lips twitched, something between a smile and a sneer. He said nothing more. Lifting his foot, he strode over the scattered spikes and twisted remnants of the roadblock and walked toward the black off-road vehicle. The assistant followed closely, his eyes locked on the stranger. His hand never left the grip of his gun, alert to the slightest movement. The air was heavy. Only the rustle of wind through fallen leaves remained, along with the intermittent hiss of the Land Rover's dying engine. *** HG Estate. A private cigar room.

all except me and my mother, we kept running but two more vurhans were after us, lucky for us it was dawn so in a few moments the vurhans turned docile and we gained more ground. We walked in until we were a few miles away from this village, then the two vurhans reappeared and we were ambushed. That night a stranger in a hood saved us from those vurhans. He was so strong, not like any gifted I've ever seen. His eyes and fists lit up and he could teleport. He killed the vurhans and disappeared just as he showed up. The villagers heard the commotion though and came out and found us. We told them we were travelers escaping the vurhans that attacked our village. They offered to help us, even gav

Around us there is a noise of people talking and walking, horses neighing and hitting the stones with their hooves, as well as a million other noises that I don't recognize. And then finally he moves and opens the door. The sudden light startles me. The stranger extends his hand. At first I think he's going to pull my chains, but he doesn't. He's asking me to leave on my own. I consider this a strange sign of goodwill. I get off the wagon just as Mr. Tastaren and two pairs of wolves arrive. They were following us on horseback.

“We don’t have time for this. If there’s even a chance he’s right, we can’t afford to ignore it.” Rigel’s eyes softened as they met mine, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “Fine. But we’re going in prepared.” He turned back to the stranger. “What else should we expect?” “Traps,” the stranger said immediately. “Loyalists armed to the teeth. Shadow creatures that are bound to the nexus’s energy. And then there’s the nexus itself.” “What about it?” I asked, my stomach twisting. The stranger hesitated, glancing at me with a flicker of something that looked like pity. “It doesn’t follow the rules of this world. Time warps. Space bends. It’s designed to disorient and break even the str