Stalker X Stalker Novels & Stories

Cruder smiled and said, "Anytime, Mister X. I guess we should part ways?" "Yeah, take care," X said then X, Z, and Astrid got covered with purple gas like the color of a nebula in space since he is an inheritor. After that, the mist disappeared along with them. "Cool, so that's X from the Dark Organization," Cruder stated with excitement. On the other hand, X, together with Astrid and Zaykee appeared in front of a huge, tall, old building like a building in horror scenes. They entered that building while X carries Zaykee on his right shoulder.

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.

Hacker stops and puts up a hand, letting me know to stay still and be quiet. “We’re coming, Hacker. Do not engage!” Raptor says. Unfortunately, at that moment, a very feral looking Stellan slams out of Landon and Lila’s bedroom. He’s panting heavily and frothing at the mouth. “Feral,” Hacker confirms. I’m not sure if it’s meant for me or Raptor, but Raptor responds immediately. “Hacker, get the fuck out of there. NOW!” I understand that we can’t move. Any movement on our part will turn Stellan’s ire toward us. Instead, Hacker stands perfectly still, his body pressing mine against the wall so I can barely see what’s going on.

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.

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."

I wait for the hammer to come down. Nothing happens. "You know, with Kylie working on this, you don't even need me. I'll just slow her down." Stu closes his laptop and stands up. The sound of a gun cocking makes both of us freeze. BA–who, by now, I believe must be Mr. X– holds the muzzle of a pistol to side of Stu's head. "Are you sure you want me to believe we don't need you?" His icy tone sends shivers up my spine.

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.

Stacey said hitting her hand on the table softly while Debris though of the situation on ground. "So your saying that Xander is being pursued by a stalker and that stalker almost pulled out your hair?" Debris asked which got Stacey nodding in reply. "She was all crazy saying Xander was her man, I so much hate this" Stacey yelled while Debris tried calming the young model. She was still trying to calm her the model while her thought drifted to thing going on. "It won't be bad if she meddle a little" that thought floated through her head.

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?”