Killing Stalking Novels & Stories

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

“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.”

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.

she’d whispered, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her sword. Kael had stiffened beside her, his fur bristling. His low growl was a guttural warning that echoed the primal fear that had gripped her when she’d first smelled it. “Shade Stalkers,” he confirmed, his voice tight with a dangerous tension. “They hunt for sport, for coin. They have no honor, no fear of the wild.”

She wanted to tell him that she still felt the Pine. Then, the Gilded Toll pulsed. A memory of Kael teaching me how to sharpen a blade vanished. The scream died. The stone hardened. "The Stalkers are three hundred yards out," I hissed, my gold-rimmed eye flaring with a lethal, singular focus. The infrared beams of the Council drones cut through the canopy, painting the snow in jagged lines of red. The mechanical whir of the rotors was no longer a distant hum; it was a rhythmic, predatory heartbeat.

He rolled down the window. “You do realize stalking is against the law?” I said annoyed “You do realize someone is out to kill you?” He said back. “Yeah, you!” the sarcasm was laced in every word. “If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already. Get in, it is a three mile walk to your car and it is already past midnight.” “Not sure why you fucking care!” But I didn’t want to walk so I got in. “Do you always cuss like that?”

“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.”

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

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.

If that happened, everything I’d been working toward would fall apart. I watched as she kept a straight face but her fingers were shaking tremendously. She was hiding something. "Speak before I make your daughter meet her father in hell right now" I spoke, a trace of anger laced on my tongue. "The stingers betrayed her and I think there should be another reason. But the stingers came to our harbour to watch our every move and find a way to penetrate and take everything away from her. We found them and she killed them immediately after getting them to speak." She said exhaling every burden she had out.