Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

"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.

I screamed, trembling violently. “Well… Who asked him to try to escape? I should have known that having him here was an issue. Killing him first would be the easiest for me since he's already down…” The stalker trailed off and knelt beside him, slapping his already bloodied face. The way his head was moved to the other side, I noticed the pool of blood that had begun to gather under his head. “N… No.” I stammered. “Oh? It seems like he hit his head too hard when he fell. He's bleeding. I guess I don't even have to kill him myself. He'll die of blood loss even if I don't do anything.”

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.

I was just stabbing a human. Nicholas followed, his laughter echoing coldly behind me. "Had you followed my instructions, it would've been your first kill," he taunted. "But leaving the knife in her, allowing her to suffer a slow, agonizing death, that's a torture of its own kind. I'll seal the room, leave her to die over days. It'll still count as your first kill. The way you left her there, in pain and dying... it's exhilarating, isn't it?"

He played with them. “When did you…? Are you stalking me?” “Yes.” And he was admitting with a straight face. Wait, if he was truly stalking me, then he should have seen all the weird things I did while I was alone. “You’re weird,” I chuckled. But I quickly took a serious expression. “Do you know who was murdered?”

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?"

“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.

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.

“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.

“You have pocket money, don’t you?” “I do. Those useless papers.” He grumbled. “This woman is hard to kill, right? You mentioned that she was supposed to be dead.” “Hey,” Stiles lowered his head. “You are known to be a notorious killer. You can kill her. You are older than her.” “Sure, get me gears. I will try to eliminate her.” “We need her head on a platter,” Stiles said. “Immediately.”