Novel & Cerita Stalking Fox

I listened intently, absorbed in the horrifying details. He stopped his story and glanced around him, picking up speed. I sucked in a deep breath and grabbed onto the handle. “What happened?” I gave him a clueless look. “Someone’s stalking us in his wolf form. Strangely, I can’t get his scent. So, it can’t be a Lucerian. Whoever is stalking us has camouflaged his scent effectively.” My heart sank with dread. I knew it was a Red Wolf. They found me.

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

I was suddenly hyperaware of the people around me, of The Fox’s eyes drinking in my every reaction. He moved closer, his presence enveloping me, his warmth chasing the lingering chill from my exposed skin. His breath skimmed the shell of my ear, low and deliberate. “Do you like being watched,” he murmured, his hands ghosting down my sides, teasing the curve of my hips, “or do you prefer to watch?” A slow, aching pulse throbbed between my legs. I didn’t need to answer. The Fox moved, his fingers curling around my wrist, guiding me toward a sleek leather couch positioned perfectly beneath one of the mirrored walls.

RANK 1: FoxDragon RANK 2: Sekani Nathan leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking. For years, he had chased FoxDragon. He had studied their code like it was fine art—elegant, ruthless, and possessing a specific kind of digital "scent" that felt strangely familiar, though he could never place why. He had spent countless nights trying to out-hack them, but FoxDragon always remained one step ahead, a ghost in the machine. "I’m coming for you," Nathan whispered, his voice raspy from disuse.

“I thought stalkers, well, stalked people they found attractive. Watched them undress, got closer to them…” He chuckles, leaning against the desk as he looks at me. “There are different types of stalkers, little birdie. Sure, there are those who fixate on someone they want, someone they crave. It could be just from a glance, a fleeting moment of desire, and they become obsessed, needing to see that person in every vulnerable moment.”

The next matter, involving the meteorite-powered superhuman, could be handled at a more leisurely pace. "Hehe, there's something special about these stalkers," Alexander murmured as he walked down an alley. He had known all along about the dozen or so people following him. After leaving the Midnight Club, one particular stalker caught his attention. Unlike the others, this person was not only avoiding his gaze but also that of the other stalkers. This intrigued Alexander the most. Alexander shifted, moving at high speed and disappearing from sight. The sudden change unsettled the stalker. "Crap, where did he go?"

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.

, Caleb informed me in a serious tone. “Foxes?” I repeated after him without knowing. “Yes. Foxes can take someone’s exact looks as well as they can copy your exact scent too! Hence, I was unable to recognize them”, Caleb informed her. “If they can copy our looks and scent, then how are we supposed to differentiate between them and us?” I asked in a confused tone.

Time to go on the hunt. I head to the rope where Santiago tied up his shifter sub, where the white robe she wore lies crumpled on the floor. I pick it up and give it a good sniff. The scent is spicy, with a touch of floral. Fox. Definitely. If I can’t track the vampire by his scent, I can at least find the fox.

There was still so much we didn’t know about her but I was determined to learn it all. Over the next few hours, we ran around to each patrol station, checking in with our warriors on duty. I tried to do a full run around the borders at least once a week but would check in through mindlink everyday. Each warrior reported nothing out of the ordinary so I decided to head back to the packhouse and see how everyone was doing. On the way back, Storm caught the scent of a stag. He stopped in his tracks and lowered his body to the ground, staying as quiet as possible. He sniffed the air until determining which direction the stag was hiding, staying low to the ground while stalking closer to the unsu