Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

"Just... tell me where they are. I’m blind to them." "Mommy!" Leo’s voice exploded through my earpiece, vibrating with a subsonic growl. "There's one in the tree! Above the Alpha! He has a knife!" I looked up. A silver-masked Stalker was perched ten feet above Kael, his necrotic eyes glowing a sickly purple. "Leo, stay in the bunker!" I commanded, even as I launched a throwing knife. The blade took the Stalker in the eye. He hit the ground with a wet thud.

"No. You're not Ximena." She did not panic after being exposed. Instead, she smiled coldly. "So, you've figured it out." She pulled a modern military knife from her sleeve and lunged at my chest. I leaned back and narrowly dodged. "Silvia!" I called out her name. In that instant, her gaze shifted, and all the eerie puppets surged toward me. Their mouths opened and closed in unison, repeating the same words. "Die. We want you dead." Hands lunged for my throat from all sides as I desperately tried to pull out the meteor hammer from my inventory, only to find it missing.

Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind… LILY GRAHAM. 30 years old. Shot outside of Woodwick Central. Known to have a cannabis addiction. Raped and murdered. The third picture was of a Puerto Rican man, wearing black jeans paired with a black jacket. He had a tribal tattoo across his chest, and the crime scene photos showed horrific images of him lying down next to his sisters, his mother, and his father, all of them left to die in their own pool of blood. They’d left a gun in his hand to make it appear that he’d killed his whole family before killing himself, but that was just pure bullshit…

‘’ Evenly warned showing her fangs and claws ‘’Come on Evelyn we’re past that , we are still a pack without an Alpha so if anything goes down here we’ll die in the name of Rouges ‘’ Dante said ‘’What makes you so sure The person who killed your Alpha is here ? ‘’ Xavier asked I could feel the hair at the back of neck raise as I braced myself for what was gonna happen next . ‘’The killer’s description matches the profile of a hunter ‘’ As soon as heard the word hunter I bit my tongue waiting for him to complete his sentence ‘’ Someone people say he kills supernaturals just for the fun of it , he was last sighted here in South America ‘’

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

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.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

I responded They both laugh " I want your woman, not your money, I've been seeing this angle walk in and out of her apartment, oh and watching her from the window, I want that got body for myself, I can't help it" fucking stalker " Sorry to burst your bubbles fellas, but this lady here is mine" "That's it time to die" the guy shoots me three times in my chest I fall on the ground, Rose panic and begins to cry while holding my face "Come on honey, let's do this stuff fast, unless you want to end up like your boyfriend" they walk close to her, I stand up

His voice cut through the panic like a knife. “It’s not happening again.” I looked at him blindly. “Look at me,” he snapped. My trembling gaze locked onto those frozen blue eyes. For one terrifying second, I saw something unexpected inside them. Fear. Not for himself. For me. Then the creature shrieked. The sound ripped through the docks like grinding steel. Every Ravager Hunter raised their weapons instantly. But the Stalker ignored them. Its head snapped toward me. Toward weakness. Toward prey. “Oh, hell,” one mercenary muttered.

I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.” “No, Iliana. That’s like...premium dark romance material,” she yelped, “Are you hearing yourself? Your stalker is tall, hot, dangerous, and…” she lifted the box in the air “...feral for you? That’s like the whole package a girl can ever dream for.” I stared at her in bafflement, “Are you even listening to yourself, Thea? He is a really dangerous man. He fucking tortured a living being.”