Stories Stalker Novels & Stories

I could hear them scuttling across rooftops, their clicking sounds echoing through the streets. The camp alarm started blaring. Hunters poured out of buildings, weapons drawn. But they weren’t ready. Most of them were Stage One, barely trained. They’d get slaughtered. “North perimeter!” I shouted. “They’re coming from the north!” The first anomaly dropped into the camp. A Stalker. Then another. Then five more. They moved with that coordinated intelligence that made them Class C instead of Class D. I hit the first one with a shadow spike, driving through its skull before it could attack. The second one dodged and came at me from the side. I caught it with a shadow net, pulled it down, and fin

He watched Joshua—the man who had become a ghost, a survivor, and a stranger. As the blue fire began to fade, Joshua sat by the entrance of the cave. He held the flare gun in his lap, his eyes scanning the dark. He didn't see the wolves. But he heard the clicking. The sound of high-frequency vibration blades. The Stalkers were here. And they hadn't come for Richard. They had come to collect their doctor. Joshua felt a cold, sharp point press against the back of his neck. "Time to go home, Doc," a voice whispered from the shadows.

Every kill was absolute. "Retrieve the beacon data!" Elena commanded, her voice amplified by the Null-link. One of the Stalkers, a girl no older than nineteen whose eyes were a fierce, permanent gold, dove for the silver spike. She ripped it from the ground, the violet light dying instantly as she crushed the internal processor between her fingers. The Final Handshake of the Flats The skirmish lasted less than three minutes. Of the thirty Liquidators, only one remained, the Lead Liquidator, his helmet cracked, his shoulder pinned to the obsidian by a jagged vine that had grown through his suit in seconds.

Stalker, How are you? Hope you are doing good. I am in need of your view on something on a little personal level. Hope you don't mind me asking. What is love? How do you know if you are in love? I am in total confusion and if you can shed some light, I will be grateful to you. Thank you!'

But Liza’s thoughts stopped again when Hunter spoke again. “As for the case of whether I am your stalker or not, well, I guess you could say that yes, I am a stalker.” Liza’s eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips, and she thought, ‘I was right! He is a stalker!’ And the moment she thought of Hunter being her stalker, fear slowly crept up. She’s heard many dangerous and scary stories and rumors about stalkers doing unimaginable things to the people they are obsessed with. Some of it even resulted in killings.

I had lied from the start. Dad loosened his grip on Storm’s arm. "So why didn’t they come for you? They must know where you are. Why isn’t your pack knocking at the gate? Or at least negotiating for your release? You've been here for days and there hasn't been a sighting of any of your soldiers near our pack." Grandpa let go of Storm’s arm too, and Storm sat on the ground looking dazed. "I saw it. They said the body was in the morgue. Fuck, I saw the footage. Why would they lie?"

NIGHT STALKER SERIES: Book 1: PYKE Camila The NIGHT STALKER CLUB is grandiloquent in red neon bold letters—it’s blindingly bright as to obscure my vision. The club is best known for elites and celebrities, but my cousin has the luck to work as one of the bartenders. I’m glad to hear the news of re-opening after the last month’s incident. It means my cousin is back in his work. Bianca presents our ID to one of the bouncers who looks huge and intimidating. He gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look younger than my age but I’m already twenty one and I just got my college degree.

He wants to find happiness, and focusing on those kinds of situations will cause nothing but terrible grief in his heart. However, things continue to happen, and both continue to notice the presence of that strange stalker who watches over them. That afternoon Diane is drinking water looking out the window at the panorama that is presented to her. Still, things got out of control when she sees Sarah looking at her in the distance. She was jogging calmly while their eyes crossed. Diane drops the glass of water in surprise, and when one of the pieces breaks on her foot, she gets hurt.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

His tall stature and aloof demeanor made her feel small and defenseless. "We've finally met, my creepy stalker," Sumire remarked wryly upon encountering her unsettling pursuer. The man possesses a large and imposing physique. Loomed over her, his actions and presence exuding a sense of darkness and threat. He leaned in closely, his lips exploring every corner of her skin, as his red eyes, brightened by her intoxicating scent, fixated on her. Dark and foreboding, a sinister grin appeared on his face, and a fang extended slowly, adding an eerie touch to the encounter. In a deep, husky, and compelling tone, he murmurs.