Creepy Stalkers Novels & Stories

They tried to lose their stalkers, but they didn’t know the city. “What is it this time? I want to bait them in an alley to find out who sent them and why they’re after me this time. Lord Meozo better not be back again.” “Our stalkers are vampires. We should indeed get them to follow us into an alley, to at least lure them away from humans. Lord Meozo cannot return, you made sure of that.” “Authorities said that 15 years ago and they were dead wrong,” said Coralis.

Velia didn’t say anything, instead closing her eyes. Meanwhile... The Reapers were still enjoying themselves, talking and laughing. Virus and Godfather Marco had already left. "So, what do you think of this place?" Stalker asked, her voice relentless as she hadn’t given him any space to breathe. He was already fed up. "Honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here," he muttered, taking another drink. "This place isn’t that bad. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it here. Just relax," she smiled and touched his shoulder.

Each Alpha has one so that they know where their territory ends and where other territories are in proximity to them. I quickly open the book and lay it on the table. I flick through the pages and find the Nightstar Stalkers pack. They have a big pack territory and the closest packs are Randall’s Lupin Stalkers pack and the Bloodclaw Hunters pack. I quickly look around them and see what else they have nearby.

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

He only grunted not saying a word to me, "Is it true your kind is evil and vile? I don't think you guys are all that bad and I thought you were extinct till I had a vamp stalker." "Stalker?" He halted and turned towards me. His hand relaxed around the stress ball and his face was in a frown. He seemed to be interested in the fact that I had someone following me, "Wh-" His words were cut short by heightened aggressive voices and gunshots ringing through the air, disrupting the eerie silence of the night. I smelt everything at once, a strange smell that was described as the one hunters had, blood and silver. "Hunters." He growled sniffing the air just like I did and I knew they could smell me.

She juts out her lower lip, pouts, "Over before it even started. I could never continue this knowing you don't get off on the GG's." "Well, shit," I shift like I'm about to stand up though I have no intention of doing such thing, "It was fun while it lasted, huh?" "Truly. Being stalked for the first time in my life was pretty awesome. I don't understand what everyone complains about." "Well, in everyone's defense, I'm pretty sure most stalkers are actually stalking, and much creepier than me." "Really? People are creepier?" "That's it," I reach beside me and toss a pillow at her.

They stretched, twisted, and began to rise from the ground like thick, oily smoke. The defensive wards of the Estate, crafted by Valerius himself, flared a brilliant silver—and then shattered with a sound like breaking glass. From the oily smoke, forms began to solidify. They were humanoid, but too tall, too thin. They had no faces, only a gaping, horizontal maw filled with jagged nothingness, and fingers that ended in razor-sharp blades of condensed dark matter. Void Stalkers. The foot soldiers of the Architects. "Circle formation! Protect the pups!" Marcus roared.

The countdown had begun. The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple, casting long, ominous shadows across the battlefield. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that would soon saturate the air. The Shadow Stalkers, a formidable force cloaked in darkness and malice, emerged from the depths of the whispering woods, their numbers seemingly endless, a tide of black fur and burning eyes. Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest.

One of the soldiers outside let out a cry that was cut short by a wet, tearing noise. "They are here," Zayn whispered, his face turning pale. "The first wave. But these aren't vampires." I walked to the window, my hands beginning to glow with that bright red light. Through the mist, I saw shapes moving. They were tall, thin, and had too many limbs. They looked like skeletons wrapped in rotting skin. "Shadow Stalkers," Zayn growled, stepping beside me and shifting his arm into a massive, scaled limb. "These must be demons that serve Dracula to stay in this world. i have read about them in the myths."