Novel & Cerita Scary Stalkers

“Y you don’t get it. Even if I talk, it won’t stop them. They’re everywhere. Every move you make “ Ryan cut him off, slamming a fist against the wall inches from his head. “Try us.” The stalker’s lips trembled. For the first time, his bravado faltered. “They… they call themselves The Watchers. I don’t know real names. I don’t even know how many there are. Orders come through encrypted drops. I just… follow.” Jake’s eyes darkened. “And your orders tonight?” The man hesitated, then his gaze slid to Lola again. “To scare her. Break her down. Make her vulnerable. She’s… important to them.”

Then I saw it. I gasped. My blood ran cold. Chills flooded my spine as fear took over my existence. Another mysterious card was planted right outside my door! It could only mean one thing. My stalker...he had followed me to the Pack house. I was not safe anymore! Note: What do you think guy? Special thanks to Katie, JH, Marie, Heather and Pbh1978 for the gems, comments and private messages. You kept coming back despite my inconsistency, thank u so much.

He smirked leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, putting his legs on the table like he owned the place “well if it isn't my little ass-kicking warrior.” I let out a short amused snort, folding my arms across my chest. I could play this game better than he could and I was not going to let him scare me. There were a dozen kids behind the door all I had to do was scream and believe me when I say, I’m a screamer. "I'm not your anything, thief," I retorted emphasizing the term of possession. This is how it all begins I tell you. I had watched enough crime shows to know stalkers always think they own their prey. I had to make that point clear. I'll be damned if I was connected to that

The third man, a young man in his early twenties, interjected in a small voice, "I- I think someone else has entered the picture, if it is not you, Al- alpha Damon." Damon looked at him with scrutinizing gaze, making him cower in fear when he continued speaking in a low, barely audible voice, "Someone is definitely aware of the whereabouts of them and is killing all of them one by one. Th- thirty people are already dead. Their families received their heads in boxes. W- we all a- are scared if we are going to be killed as well with them for being related to the attackers?"

The restaurant fell silent immediately and I felt the sudden hush, I cautiously lifted my eyes to find all eyes fixed on me. "Who is Crazy?" Mr. Inman asked, drawing everyone's attention to him, then backed me. "Eh?" I replied, feeling uneasy at the sudden attention. "I mean, who is 'Crazy'?" Mr. Inman pressed curiously. I scanned the room, meeting the eyes of each person before I smiled nervously. "Oh, it's just some stalker, nothing serious," I improvised, trying to downplay my outburst. "A stalker?" Anita, a fellow model, chimed in. "Listen, Selena, you should inform the police. Stalkers can be really scary. I was a victim once," she shared.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

To watch her. I reminded myself why I couldn’t allow distraction. Marcus’s reports were frustratingly thin. Sightings that led nowhere, grainy photos that revealed nothing, and yet there was a method to the madness that made me nervous. The stalker was deliberate, careful, letting us know he existed without exposing himself fully. Marcus warned me that this psychological strain might be as dangerous as any physical threat. He wasn’t wrong. The way the twins were becoming clingier, the way Stella tensed at every unexpected knock, the way I myself found it impossible to stop scanning the perimeter—it all compounded into a constant pressure.

I felt like I had a stalker… Sylvara’s voice stirred faintly in the back of my mind, her tone bright and restless. “You’re excited, aren’t you?” I smiled to myself. “Maybe a little. The human world… It sounds so different.” “Different?” she teased. “Try chaotic. But still—imagine what we might see!” She paused and said, “ you could make lots of friends too.” She's right,I don't have any friends here except the maids. I can't remember the last time I socialized.

“Some say it moves from place to place, waiting for nights like this, looking for its next victims. It doesn’t need claws or teeth. It doesn’t need violence. All it needs is for you to listen.” The fire snapped loudly, sending a flurry of sparks into the air, and several people flinched, their eyes darting toward the darkness. “Shhh,” Tiona hissed, her voice almost inaudible. “Do you hear that?” A tense silence fell over the crowd, everyone holding their breath. The wind whistled softly through the trees, but to me, it felt as if the very air had turned sinister. “Be careful,” Tiona warned, her voice like a ghostly echo. “Once the Stalker knows your name, there’s no escaping it.”

"No sovereignty. No gold. Just the cold." The ten-minute window Ryan had bought us was closing. On the ridge, I saw the first flare of a physical torch. The Council Stalkers were moving. They didn't need satellites or high-frequency scanners now; they were hunting by sight, tracking the trail of blood and soot I had left in the snow like a common animal. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the scrap of pine-scented fabric I’d stitched into my lining. I pressed it against Kael’s nose, a desperate, pathetic attempt to wake the wolf that I knew was gone.