Stalker X Stalker Bl Novels & Stories

"I’m sorry? That sounds a bit dramatic, don't you think?" "Don't play dumb," Jovan interrupted. His voice was low, a dangerous rumble that made Chloe flinch. He didn't look away from her, his dark eyes boring into hers like twin barrels of a gun. "Do you know an Archer Schuyler?" Chloe tilted her head, the picture of practiced innocence. "Archer? The name sounds familiar. Oh, wait. Was that the stalker who caused the scene yesterday? Why would I know him, Jovan?" She shot me a look of pure, unadulterated vitriol.

Her remaining human eye was flat, milky, and dead, staring right through me without a single spark of recognition. She raised her right arm. Her forearm split open with a mechanical whir, a heavy, high-frequency plasma blade sliding out from beneath her skin, hummed with a lethal, blinding blue energy. Beside her, the two Stalkers raised their rifles, their red targeting lasers dancing across the water before locking dead-center onto Dominic’s unmoving chest. Nora tilted her head, her voice escaping her throat through a synthetic, metallic vocoder that sounded like a distorted nightmare. "Target Alpha stabilized. Project Rebirth initiated. Terminate the male. Secure the asset."

He pushed me on the ground, Just when he took out his belt, a gun sound filled the small alleyway and he screamed, falling on his knees. The stalker was behind him, his brows were furrowed and I could feel the rage emanating from his body. I shifted to a side of the alley and covered my hand around my thorn sweatshirt, two men in black suits followed behind the stalker but kept their distance, one held a chainsaw saw and the other a can and a lighter. “I warned you and your crew, I told you what would happen if you went near Elsa.” The stalker’s voice makes a shiver pass through my entire body. They knew each other, Of course they did.

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

Our warriors launched forward, blades cutting through them in the dim light. This time, the Dread Stalkers didn’t disappear into the shadows. They couldn’t. They had no power left. And just like that we slaughtered them. Finally, the last Stalker fell with a final, piercing screech and then dissolved into nothing. Silence settled over the battlefield once more. The warriors stood, panting, gripping their weapons tightly. We had lost some. But we could have lost everything. Xander turned to me, his expression unreadable. Then he said, voice low, "You just saved every single one of us."

His voice cut through the panic like a knife. “It’s not happening again.” I looked at him blindly. “Look at me,” he snapped. My trembling gaze locked onto those frozen blue eyes. For one terrifying second, I saw something unexpected inside them. Fear. Not for himself. For me. Then the creature shrieked. The sound ripped through the docks like grinding steel. Every Ravager Hunter raised their weapons instantly. But the Stalker ignored them. Its head snapped toward me. Toward weakness. Toward prey. “Oh, hell,” one mercenary muttered.

“Good… “ Blakeley trailed off as Stacey suddenly showed up beside her smiling happily. “Hello, Mr. & Mrs. Xanders.” She greeted them happily and their faces suddenly lit up. “Stacey, how are you?” Mrs. Xanders asked. “I’m fine.” She replied. Blakeley slowly stared at her feet trying to hide her watery eyes, her eyes widened slightly as she stared at Stacey’s feet. They were putting on the same heels! Blakeley suddenly let out a loud scoff and they all turned to her including Alex. Stacey looked at her and Blakeley rolled her eyes.

Not exactly the best armor against a dark alley and a stalker’s eyes. “You don’t stalk for sexual gratification, remember?” I challenge, my voice shaky. Blake’s smirk widens. “I could start. I mean, you need to know how it feels, right? For your character?” He winks, his playful tone laced with something darker. Then, with a swift motion, he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around me, zipping it up as his fingers brush against my chin. The jacket smells like him—earthy and clean, with just a hint of cologne.

“You would visit Estoc yourself, he has long awaited your presence. Jack was a fool and couldn't control his urges towards your female not sure Estoc would as well. You can try then to save her from him.“ “I won't spare any of you.“ Xander swore, his heart racing. “She should be your only concern.“ Brut reminded, a smirk etched on his face. Xander felt his heart clenching as he dragged Lena into the Van a tear sliding from her eye. Trying his best to look inconspicuous, he bent low trying to reach for his gun. Lena shook her head in disagreement with whatever he is planning. He reassured her with a glance. With a quick run forward, too fast for his opponent to make out what he was trying to

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.