Killing Stalking Characters Novels & Stories

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.

The black blood of the stalker hissed as it hit the stone, a foul, acidic smell filling the narrow tunnel. "They hunt in waves!" Kaelen shouted, her own blade flashing as three more of the things dropped from the dark. The Sentinels formed a circle, their backs to the center, but the sheer number of stalkers was overwhelming. They were pouring out of the cracks in the ceiling like a flood of pale flesh. I felt the panic rising, but then I felt the cool, steadying influence of the black veins on my arms. They didn't want me to hide. They wanted to feed.

His silver claymore took the leader's head in a single clean spin, the remaining Stalkers collapsing as their centralized command unit went dark. ‎ ‎The silence that returned to the sub-basement was deafening, broken only by the hiss of the dying coolant vents. ‎ ‎Kael dropped from the ruined staircase, landing softly on his feet, his claymore resting tip-down on the stone. He was breathing hard, his bare skin slick with grey soot, but his golden eyes were fixed on me with absolute, unyielding devotion. ‎ ‎Victor turned from the terminal, pocketing his pistol as he adjusted his cuffs, his gray eyes holding that same fierce, quiet intensity.

He’s our stalker, the one who has been following us for years. “You’re my stalker, aren’t you?” Adolf stops and looks at me. There’s shock on his face. “Stalker? Is that what you think? We didn’t stalk you, little flower. We watched you to make sure you were safe. You were ours the moment we set eyes on you, and nothing was going to change that.” My anger flares while Akia loses it in the back of our mind. I can’t believe this. The person mated to me, the person the Goddess herself sent to me, spent our younger years terrorizing me. He killed my parents, and he killed his own mother.

“Yo, what the fuck is this, Brix?” I aim the gun below his waist, knowing that anything above is classified as attempted murder, and I'm not trying to take a charge for that. “I fucking warned you to stay the fuck out of my shit with my little bird, didn't I?” “She was bound to find out that you were fucking stalking her. All I fucking did was speed up the heartbreak.” “Oh, you think this shit is funny?” Aiming at his knee, I fire my gun and watch him collapse to the pavement, hollering at the top of his lungs as the bullet pierces right through his flesh.

"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."

"They end up dead or destroyed." "But did he stalk them?" Lauren couldn't process what she was hearing. Liam wasn't just a stalker. He was a killer. Had been killing women for almost a decade. Women who'd told him no. Women who'd rejected him. Women like her. "No way to tell. Not all women report a man harassing them, and some women are flattered by the attention but still say no. Aside from you and Michelle, no other stalking reports were filed. But here's the really sick part," Nate added. "I think he gets bored with women who say yes too easily. The ex-girlfriends all said he'd seem really into them at first, but then he'd cool off once the relationship was established. Like the thrill wo

Each killer had drawn a small cross on the wall above the bed using his victim’s blood. Conner studied the list. The killer hadn’t merely been inspired by the episode, he had copied it meticulously. Conner turned the player back on and watched the killing again, this time searching for any differences between the show and the actual murder. This second list was much shorter. In the show, the victim had been shot with a .22 caliber pistol, muffled by a pillow. Sheila had been shot with a 9mm Browning equipped with a silencer. The television killer had allowed the hooker to pay for the motel room; Sheila’s killer had chosen to break into the room.

Felix took the book from my shaking hands and flipped through the pages. "Hear this." (Chelsea often came to me when I needed her the most. When I'm stressed, she knew just how to make me feel better. Like yesterday, she took me to an exclusive restaurant where she took care of the bill.) "This other one speaks about another friend that he killed." (I had to get rid of Jake. He was getting sloppy and didn't seem to care. I invited him to lunch where I sprinkled led in his drink and it was easy to kill him from there. I took him to an alley and ran a rusty pipe in his stomach.)

Naglakad ako papuntang hagdan para maligo tuwing titingin ako sa bawat sulok ng naalala ko ang nangyari sa buong pamilya ko. Nabuhay akong nagnanakaw at pumapaswok sa paaralan para man mananan ang bawat kilos ng mga anak ng pumatay sa magulang ko.Magkakaibigan ang pumatay sa pamilyako pero ngayon hindi ko parin alam kung bakit nila nagawa iyon sa pamilya ko, I want to tortured them, How they tortured my family! -- I want to kill them now! But this is not the right time dahil kulang pa ang mga information ko tungkol sakanila.