The Night Stalker Book Novels & Stories

We’ve all got the power in our hands to kill, but most people are afraid to use it. The ones who aren’t afraid, control life itself -The Night Stalker. __________ A soft rumble of thunder rolled through the night sky, followed by a humid, chilly gust of wind. Hopefully, I’d finish my business before the rain started. While werewolves didn’t get sick easily, I didn’t want to push my luck. Another breeze sent chills down my spine.

I want you…I bit my lip, the taste of sin and lust driving me insane. The isolation gnawed at me, so I slipped away to the balcony for fresh air. The night sky stretched above me, jeweled with stars but no moon. The breeze kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the peace until it shattered at the touch of a rough hand on my bare back. “What the hell!” I spun, panic flaring, only to see a pot-bellied man with a greasy smile. Recognition hit me like bile. Caleb. Beatrice’s nerdy brother from high school, now aged and foul.

He wouldn't be here before the sun heating profusely, standing straight on head, just a few minutes before lunch. "Sir, One of the gang from sunset city has been spotted at the middle of the night. Coming sharp at twelve midnight and leave exactly on three on the morning." Like a horse track, he started without letting a gap to breathe in between the words. At the midst of half panicking, and half struggling against words and his aching lungs who desperate for air after those run he made, he doesn't notice from the dark room filled with mahogany woods smell and something minty in the air, two shining eyes like the cat's eyes in the dark staring back to him, ready to attack. The many stack of

But these aren’t the detectives one would expect at a crime scene. “This is definitely one of the twins. Clear this shit up, I don’t want any form of human interference in this. Especially the police, that would just be bad for business”. “We found this ma’am” one of the goons walk to the red haired woman and hands a book to her. “What is this?” “Have a look”. She opens the book and sees his name, Drago Morningstar. “O, what do we have here?”, she says to herself and flips the next page to see another name, Nightmare.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

' Night growled loudly, running into the forest, ready to eat, kill, and rip anything or anyone in his way. . #TBC

Any attraction I’d felt toward him crumbled into ash, dying the quickest death in my history with the opposite sex. Not that it would’ve gone anywhere. He was, after all, my stalker, but it would’ve been nice to have eye candy without wanting to drop-kick him into the next century. God, I'm sick! UNKNOWN: So my hands and fingers weren't enough for you? Interesting. How about a knife next? I drop the phone on my bed, and then my head into my hands. But then my head snaps up when I remind myself that the fucker was watching me sleep last night. Which means he got in my house again and must have seen the book I was reading before I slept off

The window rolled down slowly, and a big-looking man appeared. He was bald and had a tattoo of a lion close to his ear. "Hey, your car's been here since yesterday... you looking for anyone?" "Stalking me now, aren't ya?" the guy said with a smirk. He wasn't bad looking though “ Answer my question," I demanded, my voice steady and firm. There was a glint of admiration in his eyes, probably from the way I spoke. "I'm actually here to stalk someone," he said, and my eyes widened in surprise.

“Give me an order baby, I am your slave for tonight.” I swallowed before finally saying, “Get inside me, Rav, please.” I don’t know what else I’m saying, I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be with my mom or with my siblings, not with this goddamn place. He sat up and started to unbutton his pants. he unzipped his pants. When my eyes laid on his bulge, I immediately looked away. Fuck! what did I get myself into? I felt Rav touch my hand. I looked at him as he held it. I feel like my body is burning. His huge thing was standing proud in its peak form. Fucking hell.

It was going to be a one long night. When I reached there, I saw that the lights of her room were switched off. Did she sleep so early? I checked the time in my watch. It was 1:30AM. The streets were empty. I walked to the woods on the other side of the road and sat down on a fallen log. Soon, I had chugged beer from all the cans and was still looking at her window. I wanted her to come out once, so I could catch a glimpse of her face. Natasha had me her stalker. In a pack, with so many she-wolves who would do anything for me at the drop of a hat, the one who wouldn’t do even for a million dollars was the one sleeping without a worry in the world in her room and here I was, stalking her, obs