The Strain Novels & Stories

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

He yelled in frustration. Meanwhile, Latton fell asleep immediately after having dinner. She was fast asleep, out of nowhere she felt difficulty breathing, as if something or someone was trying to strangle her. She tried to move, but she couldn't. Soon a sultry voice said, "How bad do you want it?"

"It's just a thought. If you're serious about this investor, marriage might be the way in. Think about it." "Marriage for a club membership? That's extreme, Wilson. I need to find another way, a real solution.....I can't afford to marry a stranger and go through what I went through with Ethan all over " "But what if you don't marry a stranger? "

Jacob tried to break the strange tension. “Can I go home?” Hayle furrowed her brow. “The smell of the hospital or clinic is starting to make me nauseous.”

CARINA His lips are so sweet they taste much like strawberries. My hands found their way to his chest and his hair. I don't have the power to stop him, instead I want him to continue doing it. He finally pulled away and I regained myself. Gosh this is so embarrassing. Why did I let this happen anyway? I tried walking off but he grabbed me back by my waist.

“Nine millimeter.” Caleb took the container and looked it over. “Any matches from previous cases?” “Nope.” Isaac shook his head, tossing the curls around a bit. “This gun committed its first crime. It’s sad, really. It just got bought and murdered someone. People are so unfair. This is why guns get a bad name.” Caleb raised an eyebrow at him and Isaac smiled. “I’m only kidding; trying to lighten the mood.” He covered the body back up. “Dead or living, no one seems to appreciate my humor.” He looked at Emma. “You’re awfully quiet. Cat got your tongue?”

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

he continued, “the membrane will force selection.” Melissa’s breath slowed. “Based on what?” He met my eyes directly. “Resilience under strain.” The words landed like gravity. Not moral superiority, not intention but structural endurance. The network that adapts fastest that stabilizes most efficiently. That integrates new divergence most effectively. Wins. The strain beneath us intensified slightly, a faint tremor through the plaza’s glass surfaces. Failsafe updated immediately. “Strain index point zero one percent increase within thirty seconds.” Accelerating.

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

Sarah added quietly. Everyone in the room went still. The Strain. The genetic mutation that occurred in approximately one in every million humans. A quirk of DNA that made their blood toxic to supernaturals. Not just mildly toxic. Lethally toxic. One drop of Strain-positive blood in a werewolf's system would cause seizures. Two drops would cause organ failure. Three drops would kill them within minutes. It was the Vigil's holy grail. The weapon they'd been trying to weaponize for decades.