Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

KILLIAN "Fuck!" I cursed and bolted from my seat. "I will kill that bastard with my bare hands." "Is everything alright?" Colby inquired, coming after me. I felt like breaking down in the middle of the bar. What was Chase doing with Jenny and Karla? I knew he did not run into them. He followed them; he was stalking Karla and knew exactly what he was doing. "Alpha Killian, can you tell me what is going on?"

After getting what his co-gang wanted, they gave it to me to have it scanned and to the tables to eat it. Aside from Josh, thankfully, the others aren't causing any trouble. Looks like tonight will be a peaceful night… "Hey spider gang!" Oh, sh*t. "What the f*ck you want?" Gardo stands up and goes outside to face the evil gang. That's what they call themselves. Those two are mortal enemies, and based on the other gang boss' tone, they'll skin each other alive tonight. One by one, Gardo's underlings went outside. Josh follows them.

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

she rolls her eyes and the other older women chuckles softly. Killian’s eyes have not looked at her once. They were pinned on me. He was wearing a devious smirk. It was barely there, but I could sense it. Sense the eagerness he was watching me with. His patience has run thin and now I know I am being stalked and there was no escape from the big bad wolf.

“What’s going on?” “Her stalker is in her house. Curt Fowler. He’s a friend of a Wyatt Pierce, her ex-boyfriend, and some lycan supremacist dick.” “Wait, not the artist?” My stomach flipped with my irritation. “Yes, the fucking artist. Are you dispatching or what?!”

Maybe he also has a soft heart, she thought to herself. Killian stayed on the sofa for a while. He closed his eyes shut. The day was a hectic one. His shirt had a big blotch of blood on it. The only thing that he hates about killing is that it ruins clothes. However, he can’t say he didn’t enjoy slaughtering those rascals. Some men of the Scorpio had been tailing him. But little did they know, he was leading them to their doom. A satisfied smirk crawled across his face as he recalled the fear they had on their face when he fired the bullet through their skull. Hectic but enjoyable day.

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.

In the end, with no other option, Cindy confessed the identity of the man she'd been seeing. Shaun had already guessed who he was anyway. However, Cindy took things too far, insulting him by saying that he was useless. In a fit of anger, Shaun took a knife and stabbed her, slashing her face until she was disfigured. Then, he stormed to her lover's house and stabbed him as well, leaving him in a pool of blood. This horrifying scene was caught on camera and uploaded online. I was on my way to work when I heard sirens approaching. An ambulance sped past me. I shook my head, thinking nothing of it.

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.”