Crazy Stalker Novels & Stories

"Kael, that’s today. The day of the crash. The day everything supposedly ended." "It didn't end, Maya," Kael said, his eyes fixed on the rising mechanical shapes in the sand. "It began. We weren't dying in that car. We were being recruited." Sela grabbed my arm, her grip bruising. "We don't have time for a family reunion. Those are Stalkers. They’re built to track the specific neural signature of a Peak survivor. If they catch you, they don’t kill you. They plug you back in." The first machine reached the base of our gantry. It was a horrific fusion of chrome and biology, shaped like a wolf but with six spindly, multi-jointed legs that clicked against the rusted metal.

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

“What should we do with them? Are we taking them back to the house?” “I don’t need them,” Caspian responded, pulling me further into him so my face was buried in his chest. He held my head and kept me still so I wouldn’t see what was going on but I felt it when he pulled the trigger. Twice. “I got the stalker and his hacker. They’ll lead me to their boss.” When I finally pulled away from him, I tried to turn, even if I knew I wouldn’t like what I’d see, but Caspian didn’t let me.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

A record of obsession. The final picture was a freeze frame from her wedding day. A red circle around her face. A black X over Kc Page. 10:11 AM – Page Mansion, Library The air had frozen to glass. Kc stared at the flat-screen TV. Valeria sat motionless on the sofa beside him. Her lips were parted slightly, breath shallow. “We’re now learning,” the reporter said, “that the stalker—identified as Adrian St. Marc—had amassed over four terabytes of footage, photos, audio recordings, and handwritten journals detailing his delusions about a romantic relationship with Ms. Jayne.”

Call an ambulance! The words hit like a thunderclap. Erick stumbled back a couple of steps, his eyes filled with panic and fear. "I…I didn't know… I didn't mean to… Jessica, don't blame me…" Again, he did not know. Like those words were some kind of shield he could hide behind. Under my mocking gaze, his voice grew quieter and quieter until he could not say another word. Nancy stared at my stomach, then suddenly collapsed to the ground, wailing.

"I’m sorry? That sounds a bit dramatic, don't you think?" "Don't play dumb," Jovan interrupted. His voice was low, a dangerous rumble that made Chloe flinch. He didn't look away from her, his dark eyes boring into hers like twin barrels of a gun. "Do you know an Archer Schuyler?" Chloe tilted her head, the picture of practiced innocence. "Archer? The name sounds familiar. Oh, wait. Was that the stalker who caused the scene yesterday? Why would I know him, Jovan?" She shot me a look of pure, unadulterated vitriol.

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

Skylo, the traitor, just chuckles from the bar, clearly enjoying the chaos. “So, let me get this straight,” I breathe slowly. “First, I’m basically kidnapped into a mafia boss’s house. Then, when I was finally let out to school, I find out I was being stalked. And now, my stalker turns out to be related to the same man who’s supposed to be protecting me?”. “Pretty much.” Robert grinned. I shoot him a cold look that could kill. “You’re all fucking insane.” I yelled, unable to contain my emotions any longer

No… I looked closely at the hands trying to tell myself that it could not be and when my eyes found the Imelda tattoo, my heart fell and I was torn between throwing up and crying. Stalker is Orian, Orian is my stalker and grump is all two, they are the same person and someone better come out from the woods and scream its a prank or I would faint right away with the hope of never waking up again. "Malyshka ." He called stepping closer to me, his voice was barely an audible whisper but I heard because he intended for me to hear like he was trying to prove to me that he was the one and I was stupid enough to be played and there was something new to his tone.