Stalker Novels & Stories

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.

Stalker, How are you? Hope you are doing good. I am in need of your view on something on a little personal level. Hope you don't mind me asking. What is love? How do you know if you are in love? I am in total confusion and if you can shed some light, I will be grateful to you. Thank you!'

Hopefully, he might agree to release me. When I returned to Beelzebub's dorm to thank him for organizing the fight, I noticed a secret door wide open at the corner of his room that I had never seen before. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to check it out. As I opened the door, I found myself in a dark, mysterious room filled with strange objects and artifacts. As I explored the room, I discovered a hidden portal that led to another realm. Gasping in shock, I mumbled, "He kept the portal here."

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

By the way, I think you are strong now because if you were not, you wouldn't have possess this power to argue things with me. Now lay down and make me feel you" He crawled towards her on the bed. "Please don't do this, you need to stop, please". He drew her closed to himself and undressed her gently. Rosela didn't even make an attempt or bother to shout or even scream as she knows that nobody was in the house. Little did she know that, Mrs Bancog was still around. She own a supermarket the lekki as her market was delying to arrive from Dubai.

"You sit here and wait a moment." "Okay" Selina surveyed the room and sat down on the chair in the room. Wolfgang calls Hebe, who wants to leave, to ask for some information before entering the room to get Selina's information. “Hebe, did that girl tell you anything on the way here?” “She only revealed her personal information, and the rest did not.” “What did she say her name was?” “Her name is Selina.” Wolfgang looked thoughtful and, after a long time, said, "That Robert is a serial killer."

SKYLAR POV "I don't know what you're talking about," I joked, continuing to caress his thighs. He squeezed my thigh tightly before stopping the car at a viewing point. "We're here," he whispered before rolling back the chair and lunging at my neck. On the horizon, the entire city loomed in the background, as the Moon set between the buildings, leaving the entire city illuminated by the dim streetlights. Xander continued kissing and biting my neck, while I stared at the Moon.

Every kill was absolute. "Retrieve the beacon data!" Elena commanded, her voice amplified by the Null-link. One of the Stalkers, a girl no older than nineteen whose eyes were a fierce, permanent gold, dove for the silver spike. She ripped it from the ground, the violet light dying instantly as she crushed the internal processor between her fingers. The Final Handshake of the Flats The skirmish lasted less than three minutes. Of the thirty Liquidators, only one remained, the Lead Liquidator, his helmet cracked, his shoulder pinned to the obsidian by a jagged vine that had grown through his suit in seconds.

They were massive, prowling the edge of the crater on four multi-jointed limbs, their featureless heads sweeping back and forth. Unlike the Sentinels, the Stalkers didn't just delete what they touched. From their backs, tendrils of void-whips lashed out, casually unmaking boulders and debris as they paced. There were six of them. We were out of comms. Dax looked at me, then at Reaper and Sienna. He tapped two fingers against his chest, then pointed to the left flank of the crater. I will draw them left. He pointed to Reaper and Sienna, slicing his hand down the middle. You take the center. Cover fire if it goes loud. Finally, he looked at me and pointed direct