Stalker Bf Novels & Stories

The chest remained still, yet the beast vibrated with a low-frequency hum that rattled the teeth. Silence Stalker. The name drifted through my mind, a fragment of lore Nash had once recited to me. They eat the sound. They hunt the quiet. Nash cursed, a ragged sound of pure frustration. He lunged forward, swinging the heavy bone crutch like a club. "Get back! Stay away from them!" The movement was clumsy. Nash’s ruined legs gave him no leverage. He was slow. The Stalker didn't even dodge. It simply twitched—a blur of motion.

System start", said Ben in his mind this time, suddenly a blinding light covered his mind and an interface appeared in front of him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Info Mission Notifications. Progress Creation center Storage ___________________________________________ Ben pressed on info by willing his mind ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name. : Ben Chase Class. : Alien cyborg level. :. 0 Family No. : 0 Credits

"No! You can't mean you want me to..." "I'm afraid he does, dear," Julia said. "I think we'd better..." "No! Not that. I won't do that." The Stalker walked over to stand in front of Kelly, raising the shotgun to her face. Kelly stared at it, mesmerised, her mouth slightly open. The Stalker pushed the barrel of the gun between her lips. "Open wider," he commanded, and she complied, not thinking, and he pushed four inches of cold, metal gun barrel into her mouth. She gagged. "Now suck on it, pussy. Suck on it like you're gonna suck on my cock later on. Suck on it, or I'll pull this trigger an' I'll just have one pussy to play with."

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒚 “Please don’t do this…” the man had lost his voice, I have a wife… and..” He coughed, there was nothing for the other two men to hold anymore, the man fell to the ground with his face. “I will be sure to kill them too, actually, I’ll give them a less painful death, it’s not their fault you’re a dick.” The stalker walked to the side where the man’s body lay. “So I’ll burn your house, every living thing in it will Burn.”

he said before he was scanning the area, then without speaking much, he pulled her into the alley that was abandoned by people when they were enjoying the folk festival. Stella was looking at his head as Xavier was scanning the area like a predator. If there was an animal that Stella would associate him with, it would be a wolf. A solitary wolf. But Xavier would not be an Alpha, no, he was not suitable to be someone that would lose their tempers so easily. If anything, Xavier would be a Beta for he was rational and he was calm in handling any situation. Including her. Stella stopped in her tracks before that notion registered in her head. Was she…? Stella did not need to answer it because th

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.

Sapphire went stiff in my arms as her eyes flicked to the door. I didn’t let go. Rather, I leaned in again, slower this time, brushing my mouth over hers one last time like a threat. “Go ahead,” I whispered. “Scream now, stepmother. Let them hear how much you want your fucking stepson.”

The year I was studying for the grad school entrance exam, the guy who sat across from me saved my seat and brought me hot water every single day. In my first life, I accepted his confession. The moment we made our relationship official, he dragged me into the mountains, where I wasted away and died. In my second life, I was so terrified that I didn't dare set foot in the study room for an entire week. But on the first day I finally went back, there he was again, sitting in his usual seat and smiling at me. I tried switching to a different study room, but he noticed. He caught me alone and dragged me away before anyone could see. When I opened my eyes again, I had entered my third life

They didn't walk; they surged forward like a living tide of ink, their elongated limbs forming and dissolving with every movement. Where they passed, the stone cracked, and the very color bled out of the world, leaving only grayscale in their wake. ​"Stay back!" Dave shouted, instinctively stepping in front of Laura. He braced himself, his hands glowing with the sickly, flickering energy of his own curse, ready to unleash a defensive blast. ​But as the first Stalker lunged, a sudden roar shattered the tension. A tall, imposing figure stepped out from the ruined town hall.

The world narrows to that, just air filling my lungs, just the rhythm of inhale and exhale, something steady to hold onto while everything else threatens to spiral. The cold creeps over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms, but I welcome it. It gives me something physical to focus on, something real. My stalker is here. Someone is a really stalking me. What if I get hurt? What if someone else gets hurt? I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know— “Raven?” The sound of my name snaps me out of it like a hand closing around my throat and pulling me back. My eyes fly open, breath catching as I look up too quickly.