Novel & Cerita The Stranger In The Woods Audiobook

From the occasional groans, it could be deduced that the stranger was a man. Everything throughout the forest that encountered even a brush of his dark mist would immediately wither and perish. Trees, flowers, animals… The area around him became a lifeless landscape. Everywhere he went, he left behind a trail of living hell. The scent of death permeated through this once lively forest. A voice then echoed through the forest, "You’re not getting away, Dexter Hill!" Swoosh!

before slowly letting her go. "You're welcome." That was all she could think to say. She slowly turned and headed into the airport as Jax got back into the car before getting in further trouble with security. ...Author's Note… You can order the first arc, Stranger Than Murder in paperback on July 1st, 2021, from Amazon. Thank you for your support. I hope to keep creating fun characters for you to enjoy.

That's the only other emotion I have gotten off him so my eyes narrow slightly, “How do you know about them?” There's that silence again. I watch as the Hooded stranger pushes off the tree and starts walking instead of answering. He just.... walks past me like the conversation we were having a moment ago is over. For a second, I consider letting him go. It's insane for me to be in the forests with a stranger right? It would be even more insane for me to follow a stranger deeper into forests I don't know, but I must be, because I don't. I do not let him just walk off.

Maybe I could lose him between the trees, plus the campus was right on the other side of this patch of woods, so I could possibly find a public safety officer once I got there. I knew it wasn’t the smartest option, but it made sense in my terrified mind. Without taking longer to think about it, I sprinted as fast as I could into the woods. “Hey!” the stranger yelled, crashing into the woods after me as I wove around trees in an attempt to lose him. “You’re not gonna get far. I can smell you!” My heart leaped up in my throat. He could… smell me? This guy was really nuts! I kept running, darting through the dark woods in the hopes that I would lose him, but his footsteps never sounded far off.

the stranger commanded, pushing her toward the forest. She hesitated for a split second before obeying, her heart pounding as she jumped into the darkness. The trees closed in around her, their long branches scratching at her as she ran. The stranger was close behind, their presence was both comforting and terrifying. The sound of their chasers grew louder, the shouts and gunfire. Olivia’s breath came in small gasps, her legs burning with running. She didn’t dare to look back. As they reached a clear path, the stranger suddenly stopped, grabbing her arm.

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.

Rose’s POV The howls grew louder. One after another, they echoed through the dark forest like a warning carried by the wind. My heart began racing. “They’re getting closer,” I whispered, my voice shaking. The stranger beside me didn’t move. He simply stood there calmly, his golden eyes focused on the darkness between the trees. For some reason, his calmness made my anxiety even worse. “Shouldn’t we hide?” I asked quickly. He glanced at me. “Hide?”

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

My mind couldn’t summon the date or place, so I let it be. Korgan didn't hesitate. He gave a sharp whistle, and within seconds, the shadows in the brush retreated. The rogues vanished back into the forest as if the trees had swallowed them whole. The clearing was suddenly, unnervingly quiet, save for the dripping of water from the leaves. I let out a slow, relieved breath, my heart finally beginning to drop its pace. I turned to the stranger, my eyes narrowing. “You have a knack for timing. Who are you, and why are you playing hero on my border?”

After all, we just finished murdering a bunch of rogues and their friends could come for a retaliation at any time. "W-who are you?" I stutter, taking a step back in the direction that I just came from. It was stupid to come alone into these woods when we just had a rogue attack. The stranger steps closer to me, the faint moonlight painting an enchanting hue around him and his head cocks to the side, disbelief in his eyes as he takes me in. "It's you," He whispers.