Killing Stalking Comic Novels & Stories

Iliana’s POV: My eyes snapped open. A scream erupted in the air. It wasn’t his. It was mine. He, on the other hand, was utterly and eerily silent. Not even a scream, not even a hiss. He was standing still as if the last few minutes never happened. I had stabbed him. I had stabbed my stalker. Oh God, what the fuck did I do. Why did I do it? How could I kill a living being?

At thirteen feet tall, his light-absorbing obsidian fur and glowing violet Alpha runes made him the most terrifying entity on the battlefield. A Stalker slashed its dark-matter blade at Killian's chest. The blade didn't bounce off; it was simply absorbed into Killian's fur, dissolving into nothing. Killian’s deep, distorted chuckle vibrated through the air. "You call yourselves shadows?" He reached out with a massive, violet-clawed hand and grabbed the Stalker by its featureless face. Killian didn't crush it. He unhinged his massive jaws, revealing teeth that burned with a mixture of solar fire and deep space entropy, and bit the creature directly in half.

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.

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.

- Sunny and Uncle Sunny finish the life of the Hunter in just a few seconds this special type of zombie has been slain! comparing myself to them was like a mile away! but i won't let them horde the limelight! I successfully killed a zombie by stabbing its temple and assist Kaye from the incoming threat as we move forward there is this woman that is lying in the ground she really looked familiar! "BHEA!!!!"- Art Art suddenly shouting his sister name I am confused in the situation and check clearly the woman that is lying in the ground not far away

Korina rolled her eyes, "Mafia dosen't exist these days, the news is just being delirious." "If it doesn't exist, why will he have the guts to maim someone?" "Cause he's a sick criminal, duhh!" "If you say so." Daniella shrugged. "You know Dan, all these is driving me crazy, I feel responsible for his death." "No you shouldn't, he got what he deserved for trying to kill you." "I don't know." "Look, all this would be over soon, your stalker would get tired, obsession dosen't last, it's love that lasts." She told korina, "Relax and live your life girl, it would all be over soon."

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."

'It appears to be that we need to reconsider our own staff! This thought streaked through Ross' brain, then, at that point, he considered something and said, "Does he need to kill them individually? Close battle or long-range shooting? In any case, regardless of what, his redesign this time will leave more hints for us. He has gradually left the shadows." Monica said, "You can say that, however the stalkers are the most perilous kind of chronic executioners. They will just go after brilliantly. They are like phantoms."

“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?!”

Rather, they fixed their gazes on me, like I was an honored statue. And the moment I stepped in with my chin raised, I heard whispers among the werewolves. Some whispers were in my favor. But the rest was not. Not that I actually cared about that. It has been some days since I killed that stalker. And, with Daxter off my back, and with a few investigations, I was able to find the culprit behind the stalker. It was Kelly, again. But, I refuse to believe that Kelly was smart enough to do that. Someone must be behind her. But, who could it possibly be?