Stories Stalker Novels & Stories

"Just... tell me where they are. I’m blind to them." "Mommy!" Leo’s voice exploded through my earpiece, vibrating with a subsonic growl. "There's one in the tree! Above the Alpha! He has a knife!" I looked up. A silver-masked Stalker was perched ten feet above Kael, his necrotic eyes glowing a sickly purple. "Leo, stay in the bunker!" I commanded, even as I launched a throwing knife. The blade took the Stalker in the eye. He hit the ground with a wet thud.

"Stalker, the core Formation Base of the Soul-Binding Forests has been completely destroyed. No evil aura remains!" "No casualties at the scene, no environmental damage, and the ecosystem is rapidly self-repairing!" One report after another came through the communicator. Stalker stood beneath the ancient tree at the center of the Soul-Binding Forests, which had sprouted new branches, looked up at the clear sky, and let out a long breath.

The whispering woods awaited them at dawn, and with it, the elusive Earth Stalker, a symbol of hope and a chance to rewrite their destinies. The pre-dawn air hung heavy with anticipation, a thick fog mirroring the turmoil within Deimon and Gandal. Today, under the watchful gaze of the rising sun, the fate of their romantic journeys with Kate would be decided, not by some barroom brawl, but by an ancient tradition – the hunt for the elusive Earth Stalker.

Stowaway Chapter 57 Zoe's point of view. The next morning I finally get to hear Erin's story, and my heart breaks for her. Over the last four years, she has been passed from man to man or master to master, as she says, forced to participate in whatever sick scene they wanted. Yes, Erin was sold as a BDSM sex slave. I know that Jack is the calmest one of the Taylor brothers, and Erin seems to have picked up on this, she doesn't want to leave his side, and he seems content with watching over her. I still notice how she won't look him in the eye, though, or how her eyes always fall to the floor and that she always walks behind him. She's not the same outgoing girl that I went to school with, an

Then out of nowhere my phone started vibrating, indicating that I had received a text. You aren't up to anything suicidal? Now are you? - B Who is- OK how did he get my number. So stalker how did you get my number? - C Stalker? Me? Nope sweetheart I'm too hot to be a stalker, more like handsome prince charming. -B Have you even seen the mirror? U r more of a goose than a prince. -C Liar liar Pants on fire -B What are u 5? -C Nope. I'm 10 on the scale of hotness -B

“You’ve been using this body for too long,his soul’s thread is dissolving.” I tilted my head. “It doesn’t matter. I only need him alive long enough for the story to end my way.” Her gaze flicked up at me,half amusement, half admiration. “Ever the strategist. One might almost mistake you for the villain of your own legend.” I smiled faintly, stepping closer to the slab. “Villains don’t crave what’s pure,” I said. “They destroy it. I intend to keep mine.” Kaela’s grin widened. “Ah, obsession,the language of kings and monsters.”

I shook my head, the heat in my cheeks having nothing to do with the Florida sun. "Coincidence, my ass," I muttered. "Think about it, Ev," Maya said, slinging an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a walk. "The airport, the plane, the office, and now this..." Stella leaned in from the other side, her eyes dancing with mischief. "It’s like a movie script," Stella added, her voice dropping into a dramatic, narrator-like rasp. "Destiny... or just really good stalking." "It's not destiny," I retorted, though my heart was doing a frantic metronome beat against my ribs. "It's a conspiracy. And I'm firing both of you as my friends."

“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 stalker's voice said in a cold deep voice and turn Drake's body to face up. "Fu...ck...you" Drake choked out weakly and coughed out more blood to the floor. The stalker hissed angrily and stabbed Drake on his stomach a couple of times. Drake screamed out in pains weakly. "Drake!" Anna exclaims in her room when she heard the screams and she rushed out of her room. "Drake!" She yelled when she got to the living room glancing around in search of him. "An...nn" Drake struggles to say Anna's name from the kitchen.

Kevin asks. I feel extremely angry. “He came out soon after you guys left,” I say controlling myself. “And he isn't gay.” “He isn't? Are you sure? Then why was he staring at you?” Amelia asks. “He had a close friend called Alex who looked like me. He died. That was why he was staring at me,” I explain. I am sure that's a true story. The first word he uttered on seeing me yesterday was Alex. So he might actually had a friend who looked like me. Or else why would someone stare at their bully?