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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."

Does she even realize the gravity of what she’s asking for? Probably not. She thinks this is just research, just a story. She’s naive, wanting the truth for her book. But maybe I’ll give it to her in a way she’ll never forget. I’ll drag her so deep into my world that when she tries to leave, she won’t be able to imagine surviving without it. Being a stalker isn’t a switch you can just turn off. Once you get a taste for it, once you feel that rush, that power… you never stop.

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!

Each Alpha has one so that they know where their territory ends and where other territories are in proximity to them. I quickly open the book and lay it on the table. I flick through the pages and find the Nightstar Stalkers pack. They have a big pack territory and the closest packs are Randall’s Lupin Stalkers pack and the Bloodclaw Hunters pack. I quickly look around them and see what else they have nearby.

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

"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.