Killing Stalking Character Novels & Stories

"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.

His featureless face was calm, his hands empty, but his posture was that of a man who knew the fight was already over. “Mr. Rogers,” the man said, his voice a bland, neutral tenor. “A valiant, predictable effort. The aquatic distraction. The service entrance. Mr. Stalker’s signature is all over it.” Anton’s heart hammered against his ribs. The drive continued to pulse, a tiny, hopeful heartbeat in the face of the killer’s void. “He miscalculated,” the killer continued, taking a step forward. “He thinks like an operative. I think like a custodian. I clean the house. I don’t guard the front door.”

She was in tears, knowing that she could have prevented this. Someone killed the least mentally stable person among us. They used her and killed her for their own personal gain. Urkstin was still unconscious, but he had seen the body first before any of us. Seeing this scarring image of one of his friends dead in a pool of their own blood. One of the people in this room was a murderer. And as I looked around at the remaining participants in this game, I had realized it. That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive,

I took him to an alley and ran a rusty pipe in his stomach. Again the book was taken away, by Ethan this time who read another entry. (I tried to get over Chelsea, because clearly I wasn't good enough for her. But this dumb bitch with her fake hair was a pretender. She wasn't rich, and she had a child, which she never told me about. I had to tell her to stay away from me because I didn't want to take care of another man's offspring. After killing her mother while she watched, I threw both of them off a building.)

I should try my luck. Stan smirked and turned his head to me. "Miss Detective, you want to know who killed the two students?" He pointed Steele with a nod. "It's him. He killed them." My gaze drifted to Steele. I had this feeling that it wasn't done by a human. I just didn't expect it was him. But for what reason? "Why?" I asked. "He kills anyone without a reason," Stan butt in. Steele glared at him. "Did you really kill them?"

I look up to see my stalker checking his watch. "stupid" the man holding me cusses. I blink back the tears threatening to fall. Don't be weak. One of the men grab my arm once again, roughly pulling me up the staircase into the big mansion Once we get in he pushes me forward and I fall to the ground, bruising my knees. I look up to meet a pair of leather shoes. So novel typical. I look up to meet a pair of grey eyes. Looks exactly like Stalkers. "Isabella Russo, how lovely to meet you" I can sense the sarcasm in his words. I can also feel the killer vibes radiating off this man. Too many people, I'd just call him villain.

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

I stepped closer to him, removing any distance keeping us apart. Lifting my hand, I poked a finger into his chest, “Who are you? What is your name? What is your identity? Where do you live? What do you do? Why did you start stalking me?” My eyebrow twitched higher and my tone simmered with anger, “Have you ever told me anything about you?” I let out a teary snort, “Hell, I don’t even know how does the person whose presence I’d started to crave and whose absence killed me like a slow poison looks like.”

Trailing the guard were the very soldiers and the psychologist who were supposedly dead. "What if... we are the witnesses?" I pushed through the line of agents, walking deliberately toward Silas. Behind me followed ten fully armed "ghosts." Enzo, whose throat was cut; Mario, who jumped from a building; Luigi, who drowned... Even the "suicidal" psychologist, Dr. Sterling. They removed their masks, revealing faces that made Silas look like he'd seen a ghost. The wine glass slipped from Silas's hand and shattered on the floor. His practiced elegance crumbled, and his eyes finally showed terror.

The scar on his eye was angry red. Behind him stood Damian. Her murderer. Her fiancé. Seeing him made Arielle’s blood boil. The Void surged. Kill him, it whispered. Rip his throat out. Arielle clenched her fists. Not yet, she told the monster. Wait. "Lycian," Kaelen said smoothly. He didn't stand up. "You look well." "For a terrorist." Lycian sat opposite him. He didn't touch the tea. "Self-defense, Kaelen."