Ted Wheeler Stranger Things Novels & Stories

On the TV, the little girl continues her speech while everyone was watching her; "I came back from the restroom to find my parents but i didn't see them so i just stood by the Ferris wheel waiting for them to come pick me up feeling lost in the midst of all these strange people when i noticed an individual on a tree holding an unfamiliar weapon, he was dressed in white and had spiky hair and brown skin and he also seemed muscular and stout in nature, he was the one who caused this casualty as he shot the weapon that broke the Ferris wheel”.

I just stayed there, staring at the spot where she’d disappeared, trying to fight the restless energy crawling up my spine. And then— A sudden splash. I turned just in time to see her break through the surface, gasping, her arms wrapped around something—a bulky, weird-looking thing clutched against her chest. She was smiling. And upset. I couldn’t tell which emotion was winning. Before I could ask, she held up the strange machine, water dripping from it. “Does your mechanic in Dusty Creek know anything about machines like this?” I blinked at her, my focus shifting from her face to the weird, ugly thing she was holding.

He stroked the creature’s head, and it flew off again. “That. Was. Amazing!” I shouted excitedly. “What’s that thing called? And the one we saw on the road?” “That was a Xenodermus, it’s mine—we’ve been through many battles. The one on the road is a Sthrutio, Cygnus has one too and he’ll show it to you soon. For now, we need to rest. It’s been a long day.”

Halfway up, a sound tore through the night—a scream, inhuman and layered, like a thousand voices all speaking at once. Seren froze. “That’s not a howl.” “No,” the stranger said grimly. “It’s worse.” I risked a glance over my shoulder. I wish I hadn’t. The Wardens were emerging from the treeline—tall, skeletal figures draped in tattered shadow, their faces hidden behind masks of hammered silver. Their limbs were too long, their movements wrong, jerking like puppets pulled by invisible strings. And their eyes—if you could call them eyes—were nothing but pits of swirling starlight.

She observed the opponent's colossal object, its tires were enormous, and it moved through the water effortlessly. Thea crawled out of the car and then got into the other car. The other party's car suddenly changed its shape, just like a Transformers, and a huge hook suddenly appeared from its tail. It hooked Thea's car and lifted it up in the air. Thea was stunned, “Isn't this car amazing?" The assistant looked at her with a dumbfounded expression and said, "This is the least technologically advanced thing in the young master's basement." The huge creature suddenly trembled.

A foolish gesture," the stranger murmured, his voice deceptively soft. He released Bill, who collapsed on the ground, clutching his shattered wrist, tears streaming down his face. "What....what do you want," The others stumbled back, fear twisting their features into grotesque masks. They were hardened men, men who had stared death in the face countless times, but this stranger, this beautiful wraith from the woods, had them quaking in their boots. Who the fuck was this?, yet strangely his face looked familiar.

Talen announced as he added a pile of clothing to Aislen’s trolley. “He’s right,” Cameron agreed. “Let’s load them up.” The other Triquetra were already in the loading bay stacking the back of their stolen 4WD with an eclectic collection of scary looking equipment. Once both vehicles were jammed as full as they could be, Talen and Dan took the Ute, and Greg and Tom the 4WD, leaving Aislen and Cameron to wait for the arrival of the witches. Aislen had discovered that the staff locker room had a shower that was considerably nicer than the one at Leighton’s date warehouse, and they decided to have a quick wash whilst they waited for Talen to return.

I joked. Stephan exhaled. “He looks nicer than me. More innocent.” “Nah, you got the same eyes.” I said seriously. “But take it with a grain of salt, I am just a stranger after all.” “Yeah, and you've figured me out much faster than anyone else.” He chucked again. “Even Whitney?” Stephan didn't answer, but turned to me. We stared at each other, both trying to figure out what this energy between us was. Or maybe it was just me–after all he had traveled all this way just to break up Whitney’s wedding.

" He ordered politely with an aura of authority. She stood, trembling on both legs as she stared at his deep brown eyes assessing her with a firm face. "Striscia! (*Strip!!)" She kicked off her sneakers and started working on the buttons on her tartan checked patterned shirt. She gives him her back as she unsnaps her bra. "Now I want to see. Turn back around. Show me!" She turned around nervously with her eyes closed as she began to remove her bra slowly, feeling her tits spring out. She removed her belt and moved down her denim jeans, freeing her pretty legs completely from it as it dropped on the floor.

Instead of the creature for flying back like a bullet, Ferguson ended up penetrating the creature's chest and plugging out its still beating heart. The werewolf whined like a puppy before eventually giving up the ghost. Ferguson stood above the werewolf in triumph still holding the bloody heart in his right hand not knowing he was being watched, he sensed in the nick of time that he was being watched when he heard the stranger's snarl. He did not know who the stranger was because he was still standing at the dark entrance of the room watching him with so much ire and fury. SNARL!