Novel & Cerita Creepy Stalkers

They knew each other, Of course they did. “You can’t kill me, my people will come after you.” The man stood on the other foot and faced the stalker, he shot his other foot and he was on the ground again, groaning in pain. “Let. Them. Come.” The stalker brought his hand out and the chainsaw was in his hand in seconds, the other two men in black that came in with him ran to the man on the ground, holding him by his hands, The stalker looked like a volcano about to explode. He drew the handle of the chainsaw and it was brought to life, “You can attack me and get away with it, but the very minute you lay a hand on a hair from her head, you’re a dead man walking because I will find you, and I’ll

"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.

"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.

"They are alive, but they are empty. The Void took everything from them. Their magic, their strength, even their shadows." ​Before Dave could respond, a low, guttural vibration hummed through the ground, vibrating in their very teeth. It was a sound that defied anatomy—a wet, slithering noise that sounded like shifting oil. From the dense mist surrounding the village perimeter, they emerged. ​The Void Stalkers. ​They were horrific to behold—great, towering masses of pitch-black, viscous liquid that seemed to defy gravity. They didn't walk; they surged forward like a living tide of ink, their elongated limbs forming and dissolving with every movement.

"We’re going to show the North why they should have stayed in the ice." We moved through the fortress like a storm. The Black Crag was no longer a sanctuary; it was a war machine waking up. I could feel the mountain itself responding to my presence, the ancient stones humming as I passed. Félix led the way up to the highest ramparts. The wind was screaming now, carrying snow that stung like needles. Below us, the valley was a sea of grey and white. The Northern Tribes were massive wolves, their fur matted with ice, their eyes a frozen, mindless blue. Among them were the Stalkers—hulking, six-legged monstrosities of fur and claw that looked like they belonged in a nightmare.

He watched Joshua—the man who had become a ghost, a survivor, and a stranger. As the blue fire began to fade, Joshua sat by the entrance of the cave. He held the flare gun in his lap, his eyes scanning the dark. He didn't see the wolves. But he heard the clicking. The sound of high-frequency vibration blades. The Stalkers were here. And they hadn't come for Richard. They had come to collect their doctor. Joshua felt a cold, sharp point press against the back of his neck. "Time to go home, Doc," a voice whispered from the shadows.

The path to the Sacred Chamber, where the gemstone lay hidden, had been poisoned. I steadied my breath and pressed on, the handle of my blade tight in my grip. A thick mist began to roll in. From the mist, a low growl erupted. I spun to face it. A creature crawled from the shadows—skeletal, tall as two men, its body made of bone and black mist. Grave Stalker. It screeched and pounced. I barely dodged in time, rolling across cold stones. I swung my spirit-steel blade, catching its side. It retaliated with sharp claws that sliced my shoulder. I screamed and stumbled.

“Y you don’t get it. Even if I talk, it won’t stop them. They’re everywhere. Every move you make “ Ryan cut him off, slamming a fist against the wall inches from his head. “Try us.” The stalker’s lips trembled. For the first time, his bravado faltered. “They… they call themselves The Watchers. I don’t know real names. I don’t even know how many there are. Orders come through encrypted drops. I just… follow.” Jake’s eyes darkened. “And your orders tonight?” The man hesitated, then his gaze slid to Lola again. “To scare her. Break her down. Make her vulnerable. She’s… important to them.”

Aiden growled. “Understand what?” I asked as he started walking away. When he didn’t turn back, I called, “Wait where are you going?” “Hey, Jay,” Callie was running my way. When she caught up to me, she continued, “Are you alright?” “Yeah,” I replied happily, “I think I just met my stalker.” “Where?” Cal looked around. When I tried to point him out, I couldn’t find him either. He sure knew how to hide when he wanted to.