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Brandon stated. I KNEW IT!! Nobody can move that fast at a scene. Brad knows this area as he knows computers. Once he has his prey– he will strike. If he does get help, then everything will go smoother. “Holy shit, he’s a fucking genius. He is the ‘Silent Stalker,’ huh?”

She gave me that 'you are impossible' look as she shook her head in disappointment. "You're jumping to conclusions, Xena. Nothing even happened. You should be excited and like a good friend ask me stuff like what his room looked like." "God, my best friend is a psycho stalker and to make things worse, she is in complete denial about it." Xena looked up as if she was really talking to God. So much drama. "I am not a psycho stalker. I am just being a good girl and doing exactly what he asked me to do."

The hound lunged, its massive jaws opening to unmake him. Dax didn't shoot. He slammed on his brakes. The sudden deceleration caught the Stalker off guard. It slammed into the back of the Interceptor. Dax used the momentum, kicking off his pegs and launching his heavy, armored body backward. He collided with the Stalker in mid-air, wrapping his arms around its jagged neck and driving his phased combat knife directly into the center of its geometric mass. The entity shrieked and shattered into pixels. Dax hit the ash, rolling violently at eighty miles an hour.

The moment he fell Xander’s POV Two years ago, Xander- Aged 28 I, Xander Morozov, am a highly skilled man. Due to this reason I was chosen as the Mafia leader at an early age. Even though I had an elder brother, I was going to become the next leader. He was carefree, and I was determined. He sought freedom and I sought power. He was totally different than me. I never saw him after the day I started my training and I heard he ran away. ‘Such a coward’ I thought and continued to kill countless men to prove my worth. I can overpower every and any other leader and to prove that, I did a lot of work that is considered dirty.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

Once again a soft thrum was hummed as the arrow left the bow. X knew that there would be another one that followed. His vision had acclimated to the darkness, and there it was. The black arrow had glistened in the air, as the dancing flames seemed to caress the tip. He had seen it clearly as the stars that littered the sky. X had ample time to deflect the arrow. He raised his translucent blade, and effortlessly flicked his wrist. Ting! The sound was clear as if two crystal glasses clashed, the arrow dug deep into the earth before him. “Ka-Rin, continue as planned. I will follow you. The marksman is still at large, be steadfast!” Ka-Rin only nodded as she followed X’s instructions to the tee.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

"In my mountain? In her room?" Vincent raised his hand, and the shadows of the room rose like a tidal wave, wrapping around the Stalker. It was a battle of darkness against darkness. Vincent’s magic was ancient and grounded in the earth, while the Stalker’s was a corrupted, alchemical imitation. "Félix, now!" Vincent commanded. Félix, gasping for air, saw his opening. He reached into the pouch on his belt—the one Maya had given us—and pulled out a vial of concentrated Blue-Brier and lunar salt. He smashed the vial directly into the Stalker’s face.

Liam said as he gripped his rifle more tightly. The family watched as a number of men with heavy weapons followed Steele as he exited the lead car. Even from a distance, his presence demanded attention due to his height and powerful appearance. "Showtime," Xander stated in a composed yet resolute voice. The Blackwoods went into action as Steele and his men stepped into the warehouse. The resulting altercation was fierce, with shouts and bullets filling the air. However, the Blackwoods had prepared well, and their better tactic swiftly swung things in their favour.

“Blade Ferguson and the Ripper are one and the same.” His false visage disappeared and a frown came up. “You just threw away your chance of redemption, brother.” I scoffed. “I don’t need redemption. Especially not from you.” With that, I walked away with my face lowered to the ground until I was away from Dexter and his party. Heaving in a sigh, I stormed into Susan’s room and the repugnant taste of wolfbane in the air had a burning effect in my throat and it tore at the corner of my eyes, forcing tears out.