Creepy Stalkers Novels & Stories

Lord Valerius let out a choked sound of genuine terror behind us. They were grotesque. The Gloom-Stalkers were a fusion of pale, corrupted vampire skin and black, segmented chitin armor. They were the size of grizzlies, moving silently on eight skeletal legs that ended in razor-sharp bone points. They didn't have mouths; they had a mass of clicking mandibles, and multiple multi-faceted green eyes that absorbed the light. They were the perfect, silent stalkers of this forbidden dominion. And they were fast. One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius.

The third man, a young man in his early twenties, interjected in a small voice, "I- I think someone else has entered the picture, if it is not you, Al- alpha Damon." Damon looked at him with scrutinizing gaze, making him cower in fear when he continued speaking in a low, barely audible voice, "Someone is definitely aware of the whereabouts of them and is killing all of them one by one. Th- thirty people are already dead. Their families received their heads in boxes. W- we all a- are scared if we are going to be killed as well with them for being related to the attackers?"

The air feels thicker, harder to breathe. A sick, heavy dread settles in my stomach. He’s here. My stalker is here. And I have no idea who he is. But I know— I know— he’s watching me.

“Be careful, and call me as you get home." "I will." He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, then let me go. On my drive home, I couldn't help but be paranoid and look all over, making sure that I wasn't being followed. Because of that, I almost crashed twice. When I got home, I made sure to turn on the alarm system and lock myself in my room. I had to do all I could to keep myself alert and ignore most of the sounds I heard. I don't know how things got like this, but it was horrible. I'm being stalked by some crazy, obsessed man that doesn't even know my middle name.

Not infrequently Adam also sends the body of a deviant to their family, as a warning to their family not to play games with Adam. Meanwhile, the disinformers who were killed at the mansion were given to their pets. Wild animals that are allowed to roam in his private forest. It's creepy, but he's Adam. A ruler who cannot be defeated, so that is one way to maintain his power. TBc.

The creatures below were still reaching, still making sounds like grinding metal mixed with human screaming. "What were those?" I managed. "Stalkers," Amon said between gasps. "Class C. They hunt in packs and use the subway cars as lairs." He looked at his ankle where the thing had grabbed him. The fabric of his pants was torn, and beneath, I could see deep scratches that oozed dark blood. "Damn it." "How bad?" I pulled out my med kit. "Not deep. But their claws carry infection." He grimaced as I cleaned the wound. "I'll be fine for now, but we need to move fast. If it gets worse..."

a Beta muttered, using the tip of his sword to flip a raider's arm over. Rhys knelt beside him. On the inner forearm of the dead man was a mark that looked like it had been branded with acid. It was a raised, keloid scar in the shape of a weeping eye, the iris formed by a series of interlocking, jagged teeth. "Stalkers," Rhys growled, his voice a low vibration that made the gravel beneath his boots rattle. "They only have targets." "But who is the target?" I asked, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. I stepped closer, keeping my distance from the bodies. "They pursued the five heavy wagons with the same ferocity they used to attack us. Was this about the cargo, or was it about you?"

Leo whispered, his hand going to the jagged shard of Syndicate steel at his belt. ​"I see six," Elena’s voice was a ghost in his ear. "Wait... make that twelve. They’re using active camouflage, Leo. They’re blurring the air around them. They’re not Syndicate. They’re Colony Stalkers." ​The first Stalker moved with terrifying speed. One moment, there was nothing but the smell of ozone and wet pavement; the next, a blade of shimmering, vibrating plasma was inches from Leo’s throat. ​Leo didn’t move his head. He moved his center of gravity.

But today had been quite bizarre; I had been walking through this alley for close to ten minutes by my estimation and not a single soul was in sight creepy huh? I was almost out of the alley when I suddenly heard footsteps and I turned to see a group of guys headed my way too. Something strange about the way they walk; they all had dark hoods that reminded you of those stalkers in horror movies; why do I keep referring to horror movies? Well, maybe it's because I am kinda hooked on that genre. I was hoping they would walk past me, but they didn't and I became very suspicious of their movement. I decided to increase the pace at which I walked; clearly, no one would want to die in the alley.