Killing Stalking Character Novels & Stories

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp

I hope I was not going to lose my pinkie tonight, I love all my limbs down to the tiniest bits. "Did he send you to kill me? Cause I'm not losing my damn pinkie. I like my perfectness just fine." "Who wants you dead?" The guy's masked expression slipped for a second, no one would notice but I saw it was like he was wearing the truth. As if he was confused, that I, a killer had someone on my tail ready to chop me to bits. Surely that was not the reason, right? "If you're not him then you're here to stalk me. Why?"

I lick my bottom lip like I can still taste the blood from his hits. My eyes fill with tears at the horrific memory, and six years later, I can still feel my beautiful mother’s life drain from her body. I know what Stace feels. Better than anyone, I understand. I stare at the wall for hours until eventually I know what I have to do. I need to do this for him today. I need to kill Vikinos. The sun dances on the water, and the reflection from the metal railing is off putting. I stand up against the wall on the far end of the walkway.

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

“And now, you’ll know what it feels like to lose everything. Because Daphne, after running, after catching me, you think there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, right?” I stared at him, cold fear creeping up my spine. “You must be wrong. I’m not the root of your problems. I was hired to go after you. I already had a purpose with you by killing two birds with one stone. Someone out there wants to take down Charles Sinclair. And guess what? You’ll never know who.” With a sudden and terrifying speed, he pulled a gun from his back pocket. Sebastian yelled, running towards him, “NOOO!” Time slowed as the stalker raised the gun, his finger on the trigger. The shot rang out.

she agreed. “Exactly,” Deke cut in. “But the way this character took shots at you suggests there’s vengeance on his mind.” “He thinks you’re his,” said Jack. “But when he saw you having coffee with me, that’s the first time he tried to shoot you…like he wanted to punish you and keep anyone from having you if he couldn’t.” “That’s twisted.” Morgan grimaced. “Stalkers aren’t nice, normal guys.” Deke shrugged. She sighed. “I still have no idea who this is.”

"Fractured rib, concussion. And a near-fatal gunshot wound. But he’ll live.” "It wasn't random. Scorpion's marking territory again." I stood slowly, walking towards the window. "Yeah. Killian’s been busy lately, tracking him.” "Then watch your back. This isn't the same game as before. He's not just baiting Killian anymore. He wants blood. Yours. The girl's. Whatever he can use to make Killian spiral." I turned, glancing back towards the staircase. That's when I saw him. Killian stood at the top of the stairs, shirtless, his hair perfectly blown out after his shower. His body was still a mess. But he was still sexy as hell. And those grey sweatpants weren’t helping.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

"Just... tell me where they are. I’m blind to them." "Mommy!" Leo’s voice exploded through my earpiece, vibrating with a subsonic growl. "There's one in the tree! Above the Alpha! He has a knife!" I looked up. A silver-masked Stalker was perched ten feet above Kael, his necrotic eyes glowing a sickly purple. "Leo, stay in the bunker!" I commanded, even as I launched a throwing knife. The blade took the Stalker in the eye. He hit the ground with a wet thud.