The Stranger Kindle Novels & Stories

CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT DAMON Point of View I watched as the stranger turned to leave, but then I called out to him. "Wait," I said. He turned back to me, a questioning look on his face. “Yes?" he asked. There was this glow in his eyes as though he was offended, but it quickly disappeared. "You're welcome to stay in our pack until you find somewhere else to go," I said. "You don’t have to leave right away if you don’t have anywhere to go.” The stranger's face lit up with gratitude. “Thank you," he appreciated. “Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for keeping me, and for feeding me for all these days.” I nodded as a smile suddenly appeared to my face. “You're welcome," I said. "Just be sure to

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

The end of a journey every civilization had been attempting in their own flawed way. And somehow— He chose to remain human. The stranger looked up at the sky again. His smile disappeared completely. "Unfortunately..." The atmosphere trembled. The gateways darkened. The shadow beyond them moved again. Larger now. Closer. Hungrier. "...it's coming." The Endwalker closed its eyes. The First Hunger tightened its claws. The Sovereign rose higher into the air. And for the first time since arriving— The mysterious stranger looked genuinely serious. "It found the path."

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.

Lyra frowned. Who are you? The voice laughed. You forgot one thing. The star exploded. A figure descended. And when his feet touched the ground... Kael went completely pale. Because the stranger looked exactly like him. But this time... he was holding a newborn baby. End of Chapter 114

Not because you are so sure a dreambender was calling you, it was true. Get over him! He was not worth it! She stepped back. This is nonsense. She won't waste her time anymore thinking about that man. "I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "Who are you? Have we met before?" She laughed. "If this is your way of asking for my name, I am sorry. I do not talk to strangers." But you’re talking to a man, a complete stranger in your dream? Beside you is a vampire who is only one minute away from jumping at the man. What’s the difference, Terah?

I felt like I could no longer hold back as the tingling sensation continued to escalate. “Why hasn’t she picked up the phone yet? I need to turn it to turbo mode.” That fool had not noticed that his girlfriend had been pinned down on the ground a short distance away. The vibration escalated. I felt a wave of warmth course through me. Inside the haystack, the man was focused on what he was doing, as though determined to explore every hidden corner. Just a few meters away, Samuel continued to pace back and forth. The situation only made me feel even more nervous.

— A Stranger By the time I was done reading, tears had built in my eyes. How could a stranger be so good with words? Why did he have to leave this letter behind and write it so perfectly, it felt like I am actually cared for. I wiped my eyes as the tears threatened to stream down my face. I couldn't feel this much emotions for a stranger whose plan was to use me as a human incubator. I shut my eyes to take a hold of myself.

she said brightly, “do you know the daddy stranger?” The woman’s hands paused mid-movement. Just a pause. Small. Almost invisible. But Crystal saw it. “Why do you ask?” Ruth said carefully. “He keeps smiling at me,” Crystal replied. “Like he knows me.” Ruth forced a laugh. “Some people are friendly.” Crystal frowned, folding her arms. “It’s not that kind of smile.” “Oh?” “He smiles with his eyes,” Crystal said simply. Ruth’s chest tightened. Children, she thought, were terrifying.

"A friend. or your downfall? “ The fight went on, but all I could do was think of the stranger's eyes — a web of lies stretching miles longer than I ever would have imagined. And I knew that the truth I had discovered this evening was only the beginning of a darker, more evil story. Who is the mysterious stranger in the courtyard? What is his connection to the secret switch? And how will the fragile alliances of Seraphina, Kristine, and Fabian withstand the storm that is brewing?