Creepy Stalkers Novels & Stories

"This isn't a soot-storm anymore. We have a 'Phase-Shift' breach!" The suspense of the "Descent" was a nightmare of shifting geometry. The Stalkers didn't need to break the bronze-wood hull; they simply vibrated at a frequency that allowed them to pass through solid matter as if it were a liquid. On the residential levels, the temperature plummeted. Wherever a Stalker passed, the moisture in the air didn't just freeze—it sublimated into jagged frost-flowers that hummed with a low, malevolent energy.

“What now? Another online boyfriend showing up in Telluride?” “No. One of my stalkers is getting creepy.” Sidney reached down into the bag and pulled up a piece of licorice, nibbling on it nervously. “Just one?” Wes waited for her to respond, but Sidney just stared at him. “Creepy how?” he finally said, his tone leveled. “He’s just gotten really weird. First, he was talking about seeing what my insides look like. You know, quoting Scream. Then, he just said he wanted to catch me walking alone at Telluride and drag me into the bushes to have some fun.”

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

"The link... it’s dead, Elena. I'm just… empty." I squeezed his hand, pulling him closer until his forehead rested against mine. We were huddled in the shadow of a jagged outcrop, the Harvester’s prismatic dome shimmering like oil on water just a few feet away. The elite Stalkers stood in a perimeter, their rifles leveled at us, their visors dark and unreadable. They were waiting. Vance wasn't rushing. He wanted us to feel the weight of our own helplessness.

The corridor feels too long and, worse, empty. I risk a glance over my shoulder. Then I see the stalker. Their hood is pulled low, baggy clothes making them look shapeless and faceless. And they are definitely following me. Cold dread floods my veins as I snap my head forward again. Don't panic, Nova. Just... keep moving. But the footsteps quicken too.

The night stalkers. Ancient, beast-like creatures that haunted the jungle, feared by both werewolves and Lycans alike. Their massive, mutated wolf-like bodies loomed in the shadows. Elongated limbs twisted unnaturally, jagged spikes jutted from their backs, their yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Canines dripped with venom, saliva sizzling where it met the ground. One stepped forward, sniffing the air. It knew what I was. And it wanted my blood. The attack came fast.

For so long that she had goosebumps. He tapped on a button. A few minutes later, the receptionist walked in. She was shaking. Trembling. "Why did you let her in?" "Sir...she threatened me and said I would lose my job if I didn't.... Bang. A bullet was fired. "Ahh!" A scream escaped her mouth. Stacy flinched with a slack jaw and wide eyes as she saw the receptionist dropping dead to the ground. She immediately took her eyes to Maddox and saw him blowing the smoke out of the rifle.