Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

“I am not interested. Go and talk about it without me, I’m not included with you guys, anyway.” I walked. I did not mind bidding goodbye to Nikolai who was intently watching and hearing me and Clark talk. Clark followed me. “This is not a joke anymore, Xienne. Come and think about it. Two of our classmate was killed.” I looked at him. “And?” “What if someone from us is the killer.” I chortle. “You are being paranoid, Clark. Stop watching cheap horror movies. You are creating your own horror.” “I thought you are smart, Xienne. I am stating possibilities here.”

I pushed even more, imagining my hands squeezing their brains until they exploded. “Stop this!” The witch yelled at me. “I will kill your friends myself.” “Then your will be done. We are all dead. Not one of us is walking away from this. I am going to die. But be assured, I will take you all with me.” Blood trickled from their noses and ears. The guy who slapped Kylie died first. I smiled as he took his final breath. His companion, the choke happy , one, soon followed. I rotated my shoulders and flexed my weirding on the witch and remaining wolf. He was a large, black wolf. He pressed to the witch’s side as she ran her hands through his fur.

Tyrelle yelled at Al. “Attack? Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t have any proof.” Al retorted, giving Tyrelle the same glare that was given to him. “Proof? How about having your scent all over the place? How about Stacey dying? Does that ring any bell? You just wanted to make sure that you’re previous attempt of murdering her was finished!” My jaw dropped at the news. Tyrelle did mention one casualty in the hospital, but I never thought it would be someone we knew. Much less the person that Al tried to kill once.

I reply, shaking my head. “But serial killers are totally fine?” she laughs in disbelief. “There’s also assassins, kidnappers for hire, war criminals, bent cops—” I hold up a hand, cutting her off. “Whoa, okay. Let me get a pen and paper. We need to categorize these.” I grab a notebook and a pen, then sit back down, ready to make this madness tangible. “Okay, so there’s stalkers.” Jenni rolls her eyes and grabs the pen from me. “No, no, no. There are types of stalkers.” She scribbles something down before handing it back to me.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

Kill. I stalk over to the bed, the floorboards creakin' beneath my feet, but he doesn’t stir. I lean over him, my lips pullin' into a grin that feels too wide, too sharp. My mind buzzin', my body twitchin' with anticipation. I drag the blade across his throat in one swift motion, feelin' the warmth of his blood on my hands as it spills out. He gurgles, eyes wide with shock, but I’m already movin' on.

“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.

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

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?"

I'm six months pregnant when my cousin Hallie Thorne's mate dies. Worried that she has no one to look after her, my mate, Ragnar Clairmont, suggests she move in with us. I don't think twice before agreeing. The moment Hallie walks through the door and sees my pregnant belly, she bursts into tears. Ragnar pulls me aside and says quietly, "Try not to walk around showing off your pregnancy in front of her. Her mate just died before they could even have a pup. Don't rub it in her face." I feel sorry for her, so I agree. That night, Hallie spills dish soap by the kitchen door, causing me to slip and nearly lose my pup. I suspect that she does it on purpose and tell Ragnar. But he just look