Creepy Stalkers Novels & Stories

she’d whispered, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her sword. Kael had stiffened beside her, his fur bristling. His low growl was a guttural warning that echoed the primal fear that had gripped her when she’d first smelled it. “Shade Stalkers,” he confirmed, his voice tight with a dangerous tension. “They hunt for sport, for coin. They have no honor, no fear of the wild.”

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

"I’ve just overridden the hydraulic breaks on both elevators. If they try to drop their tactical pods down the shafts, they’ll be hitting the bottom at terminal velocity." ‎"And the staircase?" Kael asked. He was standing near the base of the Sun-Iron steps, his massive claymore resting against his shoulder. His bare chest was slick with sweat, the golden lines of the newly formed Blood Oath shifting beneath his skin like molten veins. "That's where the real predators will come. Aris Vane’s elite guard aren't humans with toys, Sterling. They’re Void-Stalkers—Lycans whose beasts have been chemically hollowed out to serve the Council." ‎

"Hello, Brice. Nice to see that you're conscious." "Why am I here? what does your boss want with me?" I asked a bit too annoyed, I was feeling helpless. The key was right there, if only I can move my body, I can get out of this place right now. "My boss? gosh, Brice, there's only me." She said as her creepy smile appeared on her face. Then suddenly it dawned on me, that she's the fucking stalker. My body went cold instantly, and I tried my best to remember her face but I couldn't seem to do that simple task either.

“I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this. The leaks, the stocks, Aries… it all happened in one day, Stein. One day. Like someone planned it.” My stomach tightened. “You think someone planned it?” “I know it sounds paranoid.” He dropped his hands. “But the timing? The camera in my office, then this? Someone's been watching me and documenting everything. And now they're tearing my life apart, piece by piece.” He looked at me, and I held his gaze. “What if they don't stop? What if tomorrow there's more? What if they go after the company next, not just the stock price, but the infrastructure and the accounts? What —”

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.

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

The chest remained still, yet the beast vibrated with a low-frequency hum that rattled the teeth. Silence Stalker. The name drifted through my mind, a fragment of lore Nash had once recited to me. They eat the sound. They hunt the quiet. Nash cursed, a ragged sound of pure frustration. He lunged forward, swinging the heavy bone crutch like a club. "Get back! Stay away from them!" The movement was clumsy. Nash’s ruined legs gave him no leverage. He was slow. The Stalker didn't even dodge. It simply twitched—a blur of motion.