Creepy Stalkers Novels & Stories

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of. Now, my real life feels like a twisted sequel I never asked for? Because I’m actually living it. Facing almost the same predicament. Just that mine is worse. My stalker didn’t just watch me from across a street or leave cryptic messages. He didn’t just breathe too close behind my back. My stalker literally killed a human right before my eyes last two nights. Without hesitation. Without mercy. Blood. The sound. The way life left that body.The way his head was disconnected from his body. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. It’s carved into me now, deep and ugly and permanent..

The silence was intentional, predatory, as if the forest itself was waiting for us to make a mistake. We walked quickly. The jade guided me, sending faint pulses of warmth that tugged me in the right direction. Aldric stayed close, his divine beast senses stretched to their limit. Every few steps, he would pause, head turning, listening for something I could not hear. "How far?" he asked. "Half an hour. Maybe less if we run." "We should not run. Running attracts attention." He was right. The jade had warned us about the creatures. Frost Vein Stalkers that hunted by sensing body heat. Hollow Antler Deer that caused hallucinations if stared at too long. Rootbound Serpents fused into the trees

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

My eyes close as the sparks travel throughout my body, and I try to focus on the now. “It’s okay. I need to tell this, and it should be now. This way, you are well informed and can decide if you still want to go through with this.” I’m about to tell her how dumb that sounds, but the look on her face forces me to be quiet. She’s serious about this, and I don’t want to downplay her feelings. “I have a stalker.” I look at Atlas, who is expressionless, as always. I look at Akia, and her face is as serious as a heart attack. Let me reserve judgment for now. “It started when I was 11 and it hasn’t stopped really. I’m originally from the Silent Crest Pack. Even though there’s no proof, I know that

Kamrynn's POV “It didn’t stop there,” Tiona said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The Black Stalker didn’t just take their souls—it used them to spread its poison. The affected villagers would stand in the doorways of their homes at night, calling to others with those dead, hollow voices. And those who answered... well, they joined the ranks of the soulless by morning.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with dread. “It spread like wildfire,” Tiona said, her voice trembling for effect. “By the time the remaining villagers realized what was happening, it was too late. The Stalker had seeped into the very foundation of their lives. And then, one night, it disappeared.”

Every petal here dripped with poison, every vine was alive with whispers, curling as though eager to strangle the unwary. The air itself was laced with the stench of old blood that had seeped into the black soil centuries ago. At the center of this living nightmare sat a brooding figure.

The clicking grew louder as they came into view, echoing across the wasteland like a predator’s call. “Stalkers,” Seris hissed. “They hunt in packs.” Brann’s jaw clenched. “Then we kill the pack.” The creatures lunged as one. The group fought back-to-back, steel flashing in the moonlight. Brann’s axe cleaved through bone and sinew with brutal strength, while Seris moved with precise, efficient strikes, her blades finding throats and joints. Liora tried to hold her ground, jabbing desperately at anything that came near.

How I wish it was just that stalker. "Ha…" Now that I think about him, he wouldn't do anything bad to my mom while I was away, right? I slap myself, as I forgot to tell Auntie Marga about that weird stalker. I just hope that he won't do any funny things while I'm away. I don't know what I can do to him if I find out that he did something. I'll give him the same thing that he gave my mom, even though he's an alpha.