Stalkers Book Novels & Stories

Their stillness made my skin crawl. I swallowed hard and pulled the blanket higher, trying to shield myself from the weight of their gaze. Closing my eyes didn’t help. The question scratched at me, louder now. How had my stalker managed it? How had he watched me all day, with mercenaries circling, and still found the time to tear apart my room? A darker possibility slithered through my thoughts. Did he do it in the moments I blinked him away? Or… are there two stalkers? My breath caught. My chest tightened.

O-kay, then I probably had no choice but to knock and then wait. It took a moment, but then I was faced with a well-groomed, older lady who looked at me questioningly. Far and wide no locks or weapons. Since that was already very promising. "Yes, please?" And she was polite too. Jackpot. “Hello, my name is Grace Shanks and I come from the Venators' Guild. One of your neighbors reported a Proles sighting to us. But since he has disappeared again, my partner and I are searching the area for traces and I wanted to ask if you noticed anything. ”Well, that sounded professional. I was back in my element baby Yes.

"If he sees her crying, he knows something is wrong. Keep her here. Hide her until I can find out who uploaded the file." "It was the Stalker," I said. "The person who sent me the message." "I’ll find them," Roman said. He looked back at the hallway. More kids were coming. The bell was about to ring. "Go. Now." Chloe pulled me away. We walked fast down the hall. Every time we passed a locker, I saw more red stickers. They were everywhere. It was like the whole school had turned into a big, mean sign. We went into the back of the library. It was dark and smelled like old paper. Chloe sat me down in a big chair behind some tall books.

Five more Stalkers bypassed the struggling one, their faceless maws opening as they descended upon the center of the circle, aiming directly for the little girl. Marcus roared, throwing his massive body over the children, fully prepared to let the dark matter shred his back to save his Alpha's bloodline. BOOM! The sky didn't tear open; it was burned open. A column of blinding, apocalyptic fire and violet starlight crashed into the center of the courtyard, hitting the grass with the force of a meteor. The shockwave wasn't just physical; it was tectonic. The five Void Stalkers about to touch Marcus were instantly vaporized into white ash by the sheer, unimaginable heat.

His voice cut through the panic like a knife. “It’s not happening again.” I looked at him blindly. “Look at me,” he snapped. My trembling gaze locked onto those frozen blue eyes. For one terrifying second, I saw something unexpected inside them. Fear. Not for himself. For me. Then the creature shrieked. The sound ripped through the docks like grinding steel. Every Ravager Hunter raised their weapons instantly. But the Stalker ignored them. Its head snapped toward me. Toward weakness. Toward prey. “Oh, hell,” one mercenary muttered.

“There was a knock on the door maybe two minutes before you walked in.” I studied his worried expression. Despite being eleven years my junior, he was already taller than me and still growing. I shifted my focus back to the box and cautiously lifted the lid. Inside lay a receipt from the very bookstore where I worked, dated for this evening. On the reverse, written in what appeared to be blood, were the words: Elara, get out or you die. I dropped the box onto the table. It instantly disintegrated in a flurry of crackling, crimson magical sparks. My stalker had tracked us down once more.

“I’ll call security. Private investigators, not campus police, not yet. We gather information first.” Naomi watched them move into action and felt something unexpected bloom beneath her fear. Relief. That night, the stalker made a mistake. Naomi noticed it immediately, the sudden boldness. The distance between footsteps shortened. The pauses lengthened. When she stepped into a brightly lit bookstore, the figure didn’t disappear this time. He lingered near the back, pretending to browse, watching her reflection in a convex mirror. She didn’t turn around. Instead, she walked calmly to the counter, paid for a book she didn’t want, and exited through the side door exactly as Elena had instructed

"The link... it’s dead, Elena. I'm just… empty." I squeezed his hand, pulling him closer until his forehead rested against mine. We were huddled in the shadow of a jagged outcrop, the Harvester’s prismatic dome shimmering like oil on water just a few feet away. The elite Stalkers stood in a perimeter, their rifles leveled at us, their visors dark and unreadable. They were waiting. Vance wasn't rushing. He wanted us to feel the weight of our own helplessness.

“I’m ready for you to kick my ass. Get a few practice partners lined up.” “Is this afternoon too soon?” “Not soon enough.” I dreaded my next call, but bit the bullet anyway. “The world must be coming to an end. What’s up, bitch?” Valery said with her usual air of superiority. I went straight to the point. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard about my stalker. He’s killed two people. My friends, or in your case not so friendly acquaintances, could be on the list.” “Wow, Daddy must be keeping this quiet in the media.”

Without pausing, he delivered a forceful kick, causing the guard to stumble and collapse onto his unconscious comrade. Returning his blade to its sheath, Anom glanced towards the camp before pivoting and sprinting toward the entrance of the ruins. Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed as the vice leader and two additional guards arrived, alerted by the commotion and giving chase without hesitation. … Anom approached the entrance with caution, his experience as a seasoned thief urging him to exercise prudence. Having encountered various ruins during his travels, he understood the perils that lay within. Ancient civilizations often devised intricate traps that posed challenges even to m