Stories Stalker Novels & Stories

The photograph. “Stalker cases this precise aren’t usually first-time offenses,” she muttered, flipping through the reports. “This kid Adrien. Something’s off. I’ll run his name through the system, check for priors. Until then…” She met Ryan’s eyes. “Don’t let him isolate you. That’s when he strikes hardest.” But it was too late for that. That night, Chris got a call that his younger brother had been in a minor car accident in another city hospitalized but stable.

This city was everything my pack in Alaska wasn’t: warm, full of life and radiating freedom, neon nights and parties. I would find an answer for this charade now and catch whoever was following me. I didn’t know who they were, I couldn’t smell any characteristic scent, but they were way too fast and silent to be a human. I didn’t turn around or give any sign to the person that I had noticed their presence, I turned around a corner instead and waited for them there, silently as a Hunter, leaning against the wall and waiting for my prey to show themselves. When the person turned around, I lifted him by his shirt, spinning around and pressing him against the wall. I cursed under my breath, noti

However, when the party ended and I escaped from his hands one last time, leaving with the rest of my coworkers, I was shocked to discover that Nicolae hadn't even waited a minute before following me on every social media account I had and sending me a message on my private Snapchat. "I hope to see you again soon, bunny..." Little did I know that night would mark the beginning of the biggest hunt of my life, one in which I became the prey and the object of desire for a man like Nicolae Moonridge, who became my most obsessed fan... a complete stalker. Just before dawn, I knock on the door of the small apartment across from mine in NoHo, inviting Eva over to my place for a meal, dinner for me

The hound lunged, its massive jaws opening to unmake him. Dax didn't shoot. He slammed on his brakes. The sudden deceleration caught the Stalker off guard. It slammed into the back of the Interceptor. Dax used the momentum, kicking off his pegs and launching his heavy, armored body backward. He collided with the Stalker in mid-air, wrapping his arms around its jagged neck and driving his phased combat knife directly into the center of its geometric mass. The entity shrieked and shattered into pixels. Dax hit the ash, rolling violently at eighty miles an hour.

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

"He’s watching the heat signatures in your bed. He wants to see if your heart rate spikes when you think of the boy in the basement." "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "Because the quiet is a lie," the Stalker said. "He’s moving the signatures for the merger to tonight. He’s not waiting for Monday. He’s doing it now while you’re locked in. He thinks he’s cut your legs off." "I can't do anything," I said. "I have no phone. I have no way out." "You have your voice," the Stalker said. "And you have the truth. The quiet is your weapon. Use it to make him think you’ve surrendered. When a man thinks he’s won, he gets sloppy with his keys."

My eyes close as the sparks travel throughout my body, and I try to focus on the now. “It’s okay. I need to tell this, and it should be now. This way, you are well informed and can decide if you still want to go through with this.” I’m about to tell her how dumb that sounds, but the look on her face forces me to be quiet. She’s serious about this, and I don’t want to downplay her feelings. “I have a stalker.” I look at Atlas, who is expressionless, as always. I look at Akia, and her face is as serious as a heart attack. Let me reserve judgment for now. “It started when I was 11 and it hasn’t stopped really. I’m originally from the Silent Crest Pack. Even though there’s no proof, I know that

How I wish it was just that stalker. "Ha…" Now that I think about him, he wouldn't do anything bad to my mom while I was away, right? I slap myself, as I forgot to tell Auntie Marga about that weird stalker. I just hope that he won't do any funny things while I'm away. I don't know what I can do to him if I find out that he did something. I'll give him the same thing that he gave my mom, even though he's an alpha.

The chest remained still, yet the beast vibrated with a low-frequency hum that rattled the teeth. Silence Stalker. The name drifted through my mind, a fragment of lore Nash had once recited to me. They eat the sound. They hunt the quiet. Nash cursed, a ragged sound of pure frustration. He lunged forward, swinging the heavy bone crutch like a club. "Get back! Stay away from them!" The movement was clumsy. Nash’s ruined legs gave him no leverage. He was slow. The Stalker didn't even dodge. It simply twitched—a blur of motion.