Will Byers Season 3 Novels & Stories

Thorian echoed, from the window, and his voice held the full weight of what that meant from him, the Alpha who had been standing in front of everything for so long that the idea of beside was its own kind of revolution. "Beside," Soren said, quiet and certain, from the settee. I turned to look at all three of them. Thorian at the window. Soren on the settee. Vaelin standing in the center of the room with his heart entirely on the outside of his chest because that was the only way he knew how to carry it. And the silver light was so warm in me it was almost difficult to breathe around it. "We go in forty-eight hours," I said. "All four of us. And when we come back, the node is gone and Erith

The bond threads were the only thing she could find in the dark. She reached for them the way you reach for something in a room with no light — slowly, carefully, not sure your hand will find what you're looking for. Kyson was there. Faint, but there. He was alive. Hayden too — she caught the edge of his thread and it was hot with the specific quality of someone fighting hard. Lucas was further, dimmer, but present. Alive. All three. Still fighting. The relief of it was the only thing keeping her from panic.

the third man breathed, and I heard genuine fear in his voice. The man smiled. "You know who I am," he said pleasantly. "Then you know what happens next." They ran. Tony, despite his bleeding leg, lurched to his feet and stumbled after the other two. They threw themselves into the car. “You would regret this, you and that bitch!!!” Tony growled as the sped off. Dante lowered his gun, tucked it back inside his jacket, and turned to look at me. I was shaking so hard I couldn't stand. Blood dripped from my palm. My whole body felt like it might fly apart.

“What do you mean, Connie, that we don’t have enough room? We can just add them to OUR team. It’ll be fun! Don’t be such a sourpuss.” "They aren’t family," he interrupted. "Lily..." “And she is,” Trillium huffed, her sharp gaze turning towards me with such precise swiftness that I’m sure she knew I was here, listening, the entire time. “Since your sister is getting a plus one, why shouldn’t we? I’m sure, if we explain it, they wouldn’t mind." Trillium insists, as she leads the four of them to where we are standing. “Hey, Ally, have you met the Carters?”

But this felt different. The fear was different. The silence was different. I reached the door but then I froze. My hand hovered over it. I could not breathe properly. I was not ready. But I pushed it open. The room was cold. Too cold. Three men stood inside. In the center of the room was a body. Covered in white cloth. My steps were slow. Heavy. Each one felt like walking toward the end of my life. I stopped in front of it. My heart was screaming inside me.

The men who had been pressing her down were so shocked by this that they immediately let go. Pain lanced through my heart as I saw Katrina go through her symptoms, like a knife twisting mercilessly. Ever since I died three years ago, Katrina had been depressed. As time passed, her symptoms only got worse, and at this point, it had gotten so bad that the mention of my name would send her into a frenzy. Samantha’s expression shifted; when she looked at Katrina again, her gaze was ice cold. “Katrina Paine, how dare you put on this crazed act just to avoid telling me where Aiden is? Do you think you can trick me? If Anthony wasn’t waiting at the hospital for Aiden to save his life, I wouldn’t ev

"Beryl, we love you, but this can't continue. You're pushing us away, and it's tearing us apart." I remained defiant, refusing to bend under the weight of their expectations. "I won't be a prisoner in my own life, Nicholas. You must understand that.” Tension hung thick in the air as I faced the triplets, their expressions a mix of concern and frustration. "Beryl," Brian began, his voice gentle yet firm, "we can't continue like this." I crossed my arms, a defensive gesture, my eyes defiant. "What exactly do you think should be done about it?"

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought they could hear it, and I forced myself to keep walking even though every instinct screamed at me to turn around and run the other way because they looked pissed as fuck and I had no idea what they were going to do or say now that I was finally out of the medical ward. Dante spoke first, his voice low and clipped with that posh accent that made every word sound like a command. “Where have you been for three days?” he demanded, stepping forward so that I had to stop right in front of them. “You disappeared without a word and no one could tell us where you were. Explain yourself right now.”