Romantic Killer Stalker Novels & Stories

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

"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…

When I heard the stalker’s voice—the sound of the devil in black—when I heard him address the person on the other line as Dyana, I immediately knew who he was all along, A smile tugged on my lips. The stalker saw me with a vase and knife and frowned, panicked to be exact. I just give him a middle finger. Across the room, Denver Mikhail Giordano, my husband who is freaking alive and well, grinned.

The wrong answer is that I have a thing for this killer who has stolen my heart. Lorenzo Moretti.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

I explained, squeezing my fingers nervously. "And who might that be? A guy who gets to fuck your pussy?" I sensed a hint of jealousy in his voice. But it didn't make sense. Why would he be jealous? He didn't give a fuck about me, right? "No, a friend. She's…" I was still talking when Anna cut me off. "The killer has a friend? Who would be so crazy to be friends with someone like you? You're just a cheap, shameless killer." "Will you shut up, Anna?" Rocco ordered, getting her even angrier.

‘’ 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 ‘’

This city was everything my pack in Alaska wasn’t: warm, full of life and radiating freedom, neon nights and parties. I would find an answer for this charade now and catch whoever was following me. I didn’t know who they were, I couldn’t smell any characteristic scent, but they were way too fast and silent to be a human. I didn’t turn around or give any sign to the person that I had noticed their presence, I turned around a corner instead and waited for them there, silently as a Hunter, leaning against the wall and waiting for my prey to show themselves. When the person turned around, I lifted him by his shirt, spinning around and pressing him against the wall. I cursed under my breath, noti