Stalker X Stalker Novels & Stories

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?”

This new world order would start with DelaVega City. "Let stardust fall upon you all, my stepping stone," Xasha said this to himself as he activated his armor. Not one, not two, not three, but five Storm Dragons came out of the energy cores in his armor and took to the sky. Their roars reverberated throughout the city and the people screamed almost in response.

Liam said as he gripped his rifle more tightly. The family watched as a number of men with heavy weapons followed Steele as he exited the lead car. Even from a distance, his presence demanded attention due to his height and powerful appearance. "Showtime," Xander stated in a composed yet resolute voice. The Blackwoods went into action as Steele and his men stepped into the warehouse. The resulting altercation was fierce, with shouts and bullets filling the air. However, the Blackwoods had prepared well, and their better tactic swiftly swung things in their favour.

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.