Killing Stalking Characters Novels & Stories

So even in this life, the throwaway side character doesn't get a Power? Right as I started feeling sorry for myself, I heard soft footsteps. The doorknob turned—slow, deliberate. I slid behind the door without a sound. A shadow burst in, lunged at the bed, and started stabbing the lump under the covers like a maniac. Over and over, wild and unhinged. The killing intent was suffocating.

“I’m ready for you to kick my ass. Get a few practice partners lined up.” “Is this afternoon too soon?” “Not soon enough.” I dreaded my next call, but bit the bullet anyway. “The world must be coming to an end. What’s up, bitch?” Valery said with her usual air of superiority. I went straight to the point. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard about my stalker. He’s killed two people. My friends, or in your case not so friendly acquaintances, could be on the list.” “Wow, Daddy must be keeping this quiet in the media.”

I decided to follow the trail of dead bodies and continued going further and further until I came close to a staircase leading up. I climbed the staircase, and, and going up, I saw more. Minions. I was wowed at the number of minions that had dropped dead. I was counting earlier, but I lost count as they appeared to be too much. Lena had tapped into the anger and the anger was what was making her kill all these minions without even thinking twice

The pieces started to fall into place, and the stalker's motives became clear. With the evidence in hand, we confronted the stalker, ready to put an end to their reign of terror. The encounter was tense, filled with confrontations and revelations. It was a battle of wills, as we fought to reclaim our lives and bring justice to those who sought to destroy us.

Other times, we’ll create a completely fictitious psychological profile for a killer, and make it look as if the killer escaped, moving on without getting caught, Jack the Ripper style. Each case is different, and will require a different type of Herring, but they all require the PSK to be absolutely and completely thorough and remain in character not only for their Dupe personality, but for their Herring personality as well—and all at the same time! For example, if the profile of your Herring is that they only kill with a butcher knife then you have to stick to that profile while you are on that job—no chainsaws allowed.

Bella put her hand on his thigh and murmured, "they watched everyone in my family die. I want to be here when we finish the last twenty people." "I would have arranged a live zoom call for you, dumb head." Hunter lifted his head and turned to her with a grin, "I would also have arranged for a blood bath if you had wanted." "God..." Bella muttered in disgust, "I am not some psychopath." "You think you are not." Hunter's grin turned to a teasing smile, "going around killing people is an act of psychopathy."

I say showing off my sass, I can’t really control myself and I realize that when I am nervous I talk back, I don’t stand down and if there’s a time, I shouldn’t be talking back is now. “Aren’t you afraid of me, Blake? You saw what I am capable of. You’ve been tracking my every move, my every kill,” he says and I shrug my shoulders, trying to keep my cool. I know he is a heartless fucker. The way he kills is astonishing. He peels the skin from the bodies and leaves the pieces scattered around to be found. He never keeps anything from the bodies because eventually, everything appears. He is not like the normal cereal killers who keep something from their victims. He doesn’t keep keepsakes.

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 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.”

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."