Killing Stalking Characters Novels & Stories

“Not now. Not ever.” I drag the knife from his chest, licking the rain-washed blood off its edge before sliding it back into my pocket. My heart is wild, my head spinning, but I feel alive. I step back into the road, rain cascading over me, arms stretched slightly at my sides. A shadow among shadows. And then—movement. Someone else is there. Watching me. What happens when a stalker finds a stalker of his own?

One afternoon, as they navigated a narrow canyon, a sudden, deafening roar echoed through the rock walls. It was not the howl of a wolf, but the mechanical bark of a hunter’s weapon, followed by the whistling screech of a projectile. Elara reacted instantly, shoving Kael out of the path of the incoming bolt. The silver-tipped arrow buried itself deep into the rock face where he had stood moments before, a testament to the Shade Stalkers’ deadly accuracy.

They knew each other, Of course they did. “You can’t kill me, my people will come after you.” The man stood on the other foot and faced the stalker, he shot his other foot and he was on the ground again, groaning in pain. “Let. Them. Come.” The stalker brought his hand out and the chainsaw was in his hand in seconds, the other two men in black that came in with him ran to the man on the ground, holding him by his hands, The stalker looked like a volcano about to explode. He drew the handle of the chainsaw and it was brought to life, “You can attack me and get away with it, but the very minute you lay a hand on a hair from her head, you’re a dead man walking because I will find you, and I’ll

My finger hovers over the temperature button. I remember yesterday. Someone following me. It can't be. “You have a stalker,” Delilah says flatly. I laugh, though it sounds hollow even to my own ears. “I’m like the most uninteresting person to stalk. There’s nothing to report. I work, I eat, and I sleep. That’s it.” “And you undress,” Sam sings. “And you shower,” Tessa adds. “And you’re alone half the time,” Sam continues. “Driving home alone. Living in that big house with just your sister.”

The ability to remain calm while standing ankle-deep in blood. More importantly… I saw someone who understood monsters. Not because she had studied them, but because she had survived one, she carried scars the world couldn't see. Those scars had not made her cruel, only careful. She was exactly the person I needed. Which was why my proposal had failed so spectacularly. I smiled despite myself, she had looked horrified, not tempted, not curious, simply horrified. "No." She hadn't hesitated. “I might not like those monsters, but I'm not a killer.”

His leg bent the wrong way as he collapsed screaming, bone jutting through skin. I watched, unable to look away. Hilda was a killer. Not just someone who could kill—someone who had killed many times before. Killing was as natural to her as breathing. She didn't hesitate. Didn't flinch at the blood. Didn't show any emotion as she ended lives one after another. But there were too many. For every rogue that fell, two more took their place. And Rennick was recovering, his face already healing as he circled the fray.

At thirteen feet tall, his light-absorbing obsidian fur and glowing violet Alpha runes made him the most terrifying entity on the battlefield. A Stalker slashed its dark-matter blade at Killian's chest. The blade didn't bounce off; it was simply absorbed into Killian's fur, dissolving into nothing. Killian’s deep, distorted chuckle vibrated through the air. "You call yourselves shadows?" He reached out with a massive, violet-clawed hand and grabbed the Stalker by its featureless face. Killian didn't crush it. He unhinged his massive jaws, revealing teeth that burned with a mixture of solar fire and deep space entropy, and bit the creature directly in half.

I try to make sense of what I’m seeing through my hazy vision, but my body has lost too much blood and I can feel myself slipping away. My vision blurs with adrenaline and fear as I look back at Stacey, fierce and beautiful in her deadly grace. With a nod of understanding, I kick my legs out in a desperate move, knocking Felicity off balance, her screams filling the air as she stumbles towards the ground. I groan, barely able to keep my eyes open, that last jolt of energy fading away. In a blur of movement, I see Stacey plunge a blade into Felicity’s neck while her claws dig mercilessly into her chest. As Felicity falls to the ground, I catch snippets of Stacey’s words before she rips out he

I haven't offended anyone, have I? I did not think I had, but my paranoia was not appeased. I had seen several movies where the characters got killed for more reasons than one. It could be because Dad or the Valentinos got into a shady business and killing me would be the revenge plot. Or maybe I had a stalker that had decided to cut my life short in vengeance for getting married to Adrian.

Was standing behind him. Kyle's body tightened. He heard stealthy steps making their way towards him. The stalker was coming closer. They took very light, very subtle steps closer, but this was no new experience for Kyle. He had caught many girls— and many times men in pursuit of him sent by enemies— following him like shadows. Even though they were good at pretending they weren’t there, Kyle had the sharp instincts of a predator and caught them in time. Anyway, the person stopped right behind him and pressed something, like the muzzle of a gun, into his lower spine. Kyle only rolled his eyes and let out a bored grunt.