Ethel Hallow Novels & Stories

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?

A whisper, curling into his thoughts like a snake. "He already sees you." Then the stairwell collapsed. They barely made it through the opening before the rubble sealed the path behind them. The sudden shift sent them tumbling onto the overgrown stone streets of Eldermoor, coughing against the dust. Silence. No whispers. No tremors. Just the ruins and the heavy weight of what had just happened. Elior sat up, heart hammering. He turned to Sienna, who sat rigid, her hands shaking. “The name,” he said. “Erythos.”

Within the separate, Ethan saw a faint shine, a little, flashing light that appeared to beckon them forward. “That's it,” Miriam said, her voice resounding within the emptiness. “The heart of the abyss.” They moved towards the light, the quietness around them was harsh. As they drew closer, Ethan felt the weight of the obscurity squeezing down on him, the air became colder with each step. At last, they came to the heart of the abyss, a gigantic, throbbing sphere of darkness that drifted within the air before them. The light that had drawn them in was coming from inside it, a little, flashing fire that appeared to be battling against the obscurity.

As she exited, she complained to Zachary, "She's truly just trash who doesn't know her place! Does she really think childbirth gives her leverage? "And you rewarded her with a black card—aren't you afraid of feeding her greed?" As Ethel's voice faded down the hallway, Zachary's response was already inaudible. Elara pulled out her phone, determined to make one final call to Harvey. When she saw the word "Honey" on the screen, tears instantly blurred her vision. She pressed the call. Then, as the line kept ringing, darkness descended, swallowing her sight. The phone slipped from her fingers. She collapsed onto the scattered divorce papers like rotten timber, fresh blood from her torn incision

No one. But the scent of rotting lilies filled the air. On the wall, someone had written in dark charcoal: > “It’s too late.” Mrs. Whitmore stepped back, heart pounding. That writing hadn’t been there moments ago. She moved quickly, ascending the corridor toward the old wing of the manor—the place where sacrifices were once made in silence, lit by candles that never died out. If Eleanor had truly been bound between the realms, her tether must still remain. The love between Alika and Ethan wasn’t just forbidden. It was key.

He bowed a little and then sat inside the car, driving it in reverse Hazel looked around much confusion time. “Ethan?” She looked for him while she was standing at the edge of another similar metal bridge with water on both the sides. The girl could barely see anything and was utterly confused as to why would Ethan call her at such a secluded part of the island. She could figure out that there was a huge black colored gate in front of her and as soon as she took one step suddenly everything around her lit up.

But her main priority was Eden. "I know. I know that. I just can't leave. I need to be here when she wakes up." Everyone understood where he was coming from and all they could do was comfort him. "Besides. I have an idea of where they could be." Everyone's heads snapped towards their boss. What did he just say? "And you couldn't say this before? Come on man. We've been looking everywhere" Ethan said. He was a little annoyed that this wasn't mentioned before. "Sorry, I started looking into Elijah’s girlfriend before all of this, and she owns some warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It's in a forest and kinda small. It's the perfect hideout too as it's hidden within trees and mountains." M

She nodded against his chest, and he kissed her temple- a gesture so tender that the tension she’d built up in her shoulders slowly relaxed. “We’re just going to wait here for a moment until-“ Just then, dim lighting came on, tracing the outline of a small hallway. “Perfect,” Ethan said, that determined look returning to his face. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along after him. The walls were bare and gray, the floor was bare, and the ceiling was tall here- the hallway had to be three feet across and eight feet tall, with a downward slope. Lydia pushed aside the shock at a home so large that entire hallways could be seamlessly hidden away in the walls without notice.

It had been months since the night Victoria Walker disappeared into the black liquid, and Elias Thorne’s ghost became something far more dangerous. The thing now called the Collective Echo was locked deep inside the secure facility. They’d built a special chamber for it; a cage within a cage, wrapped in exotic metals and lined with electromagnetic pulses designed to keep it quiet. Still, even in its silence, the Echo didn’t feel dormant. It gave off a strange, low hum like it was breathing.

' 'Yes, so bow your bloody head, because as beautiful as the back streets of Rome can be, I don't fancy being out in the open for longer than necessary. I did as he said, bowing my head and resisting the urge to glance towards the woman and see if her curiosity had finally abated. 'Thank fuck for that,' Ethan said after a few long, uncomfortable seconds and I turned to see the woman had disappeared from view. Glancing around the T-junction where we stood, he raised his hands and pulled at the air in front of the shrine. Brickwork rippled, undulating like it was water and not solid stone. The candlelight flickered furiously. As the surface of reality peeled apart, revealing a gaping black tun