Ted Wheeler Stranger Things Novels & Stories

at once hoarse and mumbly, with a healthy dose of Tennessee or Kentucky. “I saw her set the beast on you—which makes you her enemy. And along the lines of ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend,’ I thought I’d bring your stuff to you. Then maybe we could talk.” It hadn’t been the man’s scent that had clued Toby in that they were being shadowed, but a host of smaller things: a bird taking flight, the hint of a sound, and a feeling that they were being watched. Once the stranger stepped out of the trees, Toby could smell him as he should have been able to for some time because the wind was favoring Lauren and him. Werewolf. Though he brought a peace offering and said he wanted to talk, his body

No responsibility, just me, Connor, and the stars. Connor does as I did, staring up at the stars. We probably look like an odd pair, even to the human eye. Two huge animals, one a white tiger, and the other, a massive pitch black wolf. Both too big to be normal animals, and both very different from other animals.

I vent. “She is strong. Do not keep this from her. It’s better to tell her as soon as possible.” Dad advises. When we return to the room and my parents leave for their hotel, I tell Taylor everything about the stranger and the trust funds. I didn’t predict her reaction. “Can you imagine if your son caused a wreck, killing one and putting another into labor? He must feel helpless, like a bad parent. Can you imagine?” she asks. I can’t believe she feels empathy for a stranger.

The argument fell apart because the creatures used primitive tools and crude weapons. “I don’t get it, mom. If these beings existed on earth all this time where were they? Why didn’t we notice them before now? It’s not like those weird three-eyed dwarves appeared out of thin air. I don’t buy it.” The sadness turned to comfort as he spoke to his mother's corpse the whole way back to Grande Prairie. He reached the tiny town of Bezanson and drove right on through. All he wanted was a hot meal and bed to cry on. Another two kilometers and Warren tried the Radio again, grateful to have the salsa music off. Static on all stations except for CBC radio.

Rhett and Aislen slithered out their side of the car with less grace before releasing Toby from the back. “Aislen Carter,” Toby said seriously. “Help me.” “I’ll do my best,” she promised knowing that her promise probably meant that he would spend some time sleeping in a warehouse of former zombies, but she suspected that information wouldn’t be helpful to anyone. As they rounded the front of the warehouse, she looked up, feeling as if something had changed within. There was a stillness to the place. She exchanged a look with the Triquetra and Talen and knew that she wasn’t alone in the feeling as they approached the door.

Boyd yelled after sighting the footages of Scott and Whyte "That's what Son? And Isn't that the stranger who once helped Alicia just when you almost got her?" Red Mantis asked but still, he showed no sign of remorse or fear "That's him Dad, that's the fucken smoke, a smoke Dad, he's a smoke and that one over there..... Damn, only God knows what the fuck he is, he's faster than the wind itself, we are doomed, they are gonna razed this building to it's knees!!" Boyd veered while he faltered with fear at the sight of both Scott and Whyte who seemed to have walked towards the Elevator

Alan slowly pushed himself upright while gripping his injured shoulder tightly and for a moment neither of them looked away from each other as if something silent was passing between them that Matt and I could not hear. “You,” Alan muttered finally while breathing hard. The stranger gave a small nod before suddenly lifting the rifle again and firing another shot directly past Alan into the corridor behind us where one of the creatures had nearly reached the doorway. The creature exploded backward into the others with a horrible shriek while the stranger’s voice remained completely calm. “Move,” he said sharply while stepping aside. “Unless you want to stay here with them.” That was enough to

Ollie strode down into the underground parking garage looking over his shoulder every now and then. He held his hands down deep into his pockets, obviously protective of what was inside. Since it was past the official time for closing, there were few cars around. Ollie was simply able to find the one he was looking for without much difficulty. He hastened with hurried steps towards the white SUV that stood out amidst the cars parked about, His feet finely clapped on the concrete floor in quick rhythm as he navigated the blue-grey variant painted pillars to cover his appearance from being in view. He was being extremely cautious, and unknowingly suspicious...

Blackwheel moved forward without saying a word of his plan to her. "Be careful," she said. Blackwheel didn't pay attention to her. He breathed slowly as he drew closer to the strange creature, preventing its eyes from noticing the small rock behind his back. Slowly, he lured it away from Nneka's hut into the main path that led to the village square. Then he stopped. The strange creature watched him with confused eyes. He attacked. The small rock struck the forehead of the strange creature and it fell on the ground, breathing noisily. Blackwheel drew back after confirming the situation of the strange creature. It was weak and almost at the point of fainting because of the impact of the blow t

She introduces herself as Caren. Me and Colt jumped into the car and we drove off to the river. If that is where his wheelchair is, that is where we should start. A dozen wolves followed us. That is all Stella could spare. She has her priorities. When I pulled over, I saw the shiny metal of the wheelchair frame. I ran over to it. There is blood on the frame. Looking around frantically, I couldn’t see his body. Where is it?