Stalker X Stalker Books Novels & Stories

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

Elara'S POV Xavier stroked his thumb across his bottom lip. “Do you think this stalker is one of the hunters?” “I don’t know. Why warn me that the hunters are coming if he’s a hunter himself?” I asked. “You’re right, that makes no sense.” Xavier swept a hand over his dreads. “But your stalker has inside information on those who want you dead.” Lysander said, “A third-party spy or assassin that’s gone soft on Elara?”

Frustrated, I set it aside and stepped out of my room for a walk to clear my head. As I strolled the halls, I noticed a group of soldiers carrying crates filled with books. “Wait,” I called out, stopping them. They froze and turned to me. The scent hit me before I even reached the boxes—Colt’s scent. My monster brother’s lingering essence clung to the books like a haunting memory. “Where are these from?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I reached for one of the books. “From Raven’s old base,” one soldier answered with a respectful nod.

"Could she be? No! She's not, I should stop imagining things. It's better I focus on what brought me here." Xavier placed down the scroll as he went through the book on the shelves. He found the book he was looking for, it was tagged,HISTORY OF THE FIRST REALM. He was glad at first, but when he was going through the book, he found out there was nothing important. The book only talked about the people and the king's who had ruled the first realm, there was nothing about the war or the dark realm." "Maybe I can find it in war books," he picked up another book to go through but he ended up in disappointment.

Alexander’s men were in every open space , so trying to sneak to the stables was almost an impossible mission – but my kind hearted people helped us to hide. Creating a spark , makes the sticks explode with fury fire. It had awaken from it’s death sleep , roaring promises to devour anything that touches it. I heard the soldiers toy with my people – which made my blood boil. They scared them , taunted them and playfully swayed the lit stick before their eyes. I had watched the way my people took steps back from the fire touch , but this only invited the soldiers to cruelly mock them by stepping closer. I am brought back from the nightmare that will surely reply in my head over and over again

Xavier finally turned his gaze to me, his eyes curious yet guarded, focused on the book I held tightly in my hand. "I went to the library to find something to read, and I stumbled upon this book," I explained, holding up the weathered tome. "It's a story I've never heard before, and it sparked my curiosity." "They were pushed out of the system by the other leaders, so they're not part of other packs," Xavier observed, connecting the dots between the ancient history and our present-day societal structure. His insight into the political ramifications of the past underscored the complexities that still influenced our lives today.

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

Natalie hated second guessing herself, but that seemed to be the only logical explanation. With a sigh, the girl inched closer to the dresser with the intention of closing the book, but something caught her eye. That dark red stain again! The one that had been used to send her that note the last time. Natalie expected to see another note of some sort, but what she saw was more than she had expected; Everywhere she had written Tristan’s name in the book had been blotched with the bloodlike substance! As if that was not strange and scary enough, she did get the note she had been anticipating, the words: YOU. ARE. MINEEEE!!!

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.