Stalker X Stalker 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.

"Ang aming mga weapons ay walang 'Target Lock' sa kanila!" ​ANG SINAUNANG AWIT NI LAKAN ​Sa gitna ng desperasyon, lumabas si Lakan mula sa mga guho. Hawak niya ang isang lumang tambuli na gawa sa puting kristal. "Ang mga Exterminators ay hindi mga sundalo, Xander Black. Sila ay mga 'Glitches' sa tela ng realidad. Hindi sila lalabanan ng bakal... kailangan silang labanan ng Harmony."

Without thinking, I licked my lips. “Erm h-here is t-t-the package— sorry I mean file” I stuttered, suddenly unable to concentrate. Xavier looked up and traced the direction of my eye to his chest, he looked down and upon seeing the reason for my discomfort, he looked directly at me and smirked. “You could perfectly draw me naked at this point because your eyes have stripped me bare” He said mockingly, smirking in amusement. I instantly flush, my cheeks reddening and hot in embarrassment.

I fought beside them My sword was an extension of my anger We moved as one unit Where one was weak, another was strong A rogue leaped at Leo, Jax smashed it aside Another went for Mira, my sword took its head It was messy and loud and over quickly We stood panting, surrounded by fallen beasts No one was badly hurt For a moment, we looked at each other A spark was there We had done it Together That spark faded when the stalkers came They were shadows, claws in the dark My sword passed through mist A cry from behind me Coby fell, three deep gashes across his arm “They are ghosts!” Leo shouted, slashing at nothing “No” I said, thinking fast “They are fast They like the fog Mira, your flint Make

She hadn't blinked as she looked ahead emotionlessly. "What's your life mission, Winter?" Nikita asked. "Destroy Drexton Blackthorn," Winter replied, her voice cold and distant like that of a robot. "Good." The two girls smirked, bringing the engine to life. **** [HELL DEVILS HIDEOUT] Jaxon's finger punched the keyboard as the new Ixora's picture was displayed. "I see no difference between her now and then. Her body stature, face and even her hair length are the same."

I felt like I had a stalker… Sylvara’s voice stirred faintly in the back of my mind, her tone bright and restless. “You’re excited, aren’t you?” I smiled to myself. “Maybe a little. The human world… It sounds so different.” “Different?” she teased. “Try chaotic. But still—imagine what we might see!” She paused and said, “ you could make lots of friends too.” She's right,I don't have any friends here except the maids. I can't remember the last time I socialized.

Xyla replied, “Yes, I’m the Snow of Stoermers from the Stoermers of Michigan, Xyla Stoermer.” The middle-aged shareholder was stunned, with his mouth wide agape. He could not utter a word for a long time. Alex and Waltz did not understand about the greatness of the Snow of Stoermers, but when they saw the middle-aged shareholder’s reaction, they could understand something. Soon after, Xyla went into a luxurious room in Hell’s Angels. She was looking at the data on the laptop while giving commands remotely. She even called the people from the Stoermers of Michigan to request for a powerful backup.

She caught the stories, too—each petition, confession, offer of fealty or revenge—and carried them inside until her bones ached with the weight. Xander was everywhere and nowhere, running the black markets that sprouted overnight: vending cartridges of pure starter to the curious, the ambitious, the already half-ruined. He spoke less, now, eyes fixed on the horizon, as if searching for the next challenge. Sometimes he’d appear on deck, face cut with a new scar, carrying bags of stolen fruit or medicine, toss them to the twins and vanish without another word.

I say, cutting off the comm when Yorick answers. “Hacker?” “Stellan is on his way to your pack, Yorick. He’s headed back to his old pack. You need to be ready.” “We’ll be ready,” he snarls, then hangs up. I call Tracker as Wendy starts the van. I slide the door closed and tell her to go. I know Raptor won’t be happy about it, but we need to catch Stellan. “Hacker?” Tracker answers on our group call. “We have a lead on Stellan. I need you to track him,” I say, giving her his coordinates.