Scary Stalker Stories Novels & Stories

“So there are no werewolves in your country?” the governor asked in curiosity. “I wouldn’t know that. There might be; they are probably in hiding just as the ones in this part of the world were only just discovered recently.” Stacy replied. The governor gazed at her deeply and Stacy could not focus her attention on anything else but the governor’s eyes. She was almost shaking for fear. She prayed that whatever plan the governor and Kara had against her would be revealed quickly so she can focus on the consequence part of it. The suspense was slowly killing her and she could lose control at any moment.

Months later my dad had settled down, he frequently teleported to Asia to see his newly wedded wife, they had fun together, he also narrated the happenings of the previous months to Katherine, That year Tania (my mom) gave birth so did Katherine, my mom gave birth to my little sister Annabelle, while Katherine gave birth to my step brother Troy, my day became very excited, his happiness knew no bound 12 years in the Old world is equivalent to a year in the New world, Katherine and Troy had departed to New York City for settlement, 60 years later in Judi Realm and 5 years later in Earth Realm, I was 108 years then (9 years old) while Anna was 60 (5 years old) together with Troy, my dad told u

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

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.

I said, grinning. “Oh, fuck it," Stan giggled, waving a dismissive hand at me as he walked down the street. His laughs faded as his walk turned to a sprint. “I'm going to conjure up some fucking bitches.” I turned back to the line, slipping my hands into my pocket as I gave a low chuckle. There were idiots, and there was Stan–the one guy I was sure I could turn to if I ever needed to scam to eat. And… that happened way more often than I cared to admit.

Shuffling. Me(very pissed): Who the fuck is this?!... It better not be you silly teenagers prank calling or I swear to God I'll- **Shh, shh. Language, Sunshine.** Me: Pycho stalker? I gasped Stalker: Thats the name you've given me huh? Interesting. He chuckled seeming very amused. Me(very scared now but acting like I don't give a shit): What do you want? Stalker: Isn't it obvious? I want you, Sunshine.

He only grunted not saying a word to me, "Is it true your kind is evil and vile? I don't think you guys are all that bad and I thought you were extinct till I had a vamp stalker." "Stalker?" He halted and turned towards me. His hand relaxed around the stress ball and his face was in a frown. He seemed to be interested in the fact that I had someone following me, "Wh-" His words were cut short by heightened aggressive voices and gunshots ringing through the air, disrupting the eerie silence of the night. I smelt everything at once, a strange smell that was described as the one hunters had, blood and silver. "Hunters." He growled sniffing the air just like I did and I knew they could smell me.

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

With those words Stacy’s eyes turned pure black, her make-up seemed to smoke and her voice became ragged and deep, “Don’t lie to me! I can smell it on you!” The human jumped back in his seat, the sound of fear rang in his voice, “I’m not lying, I swear it, my family were wolves!” And there it was, the truth, Stacy returned to her normal self, “Were?” “Y...Yes, they were killed in the Manhattan culling, they raised me from birth, the scent kind of clang to me, like a perfume if you wear it too often.” Stacy relaxed in her seat and sighed inwardly, “Your parents were members of the Akai Pack.” It was a statement rather than a question.

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t