The Night Stalker Book Novels & Stories

The hollow hill had a staircase that led underground, and when we got to the bottom, I counted at least eighteen others. “This,” The man lifted his arms and gestured to the others, “Is the Night Stalkers, the name derived from the Night Moon. Our Alpha was killed by the witches, and I was the Beta. We have taken it upon ourselves to eliminate other Alphas before the witches get to them.” “I am from the Shadow Hunters pack,” I spoke up, “Our Alpha -” “Yes, your Alpha is Garrett Miller. We’ve been tracking all the Alphas in the area, and your Alpha was one of the first we found.”

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

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.

She had to gather all the courage in her to peck him. The taxi man dropped her in front of the estate as it was already very late and taxis were not allowed into the estate after 7pm. Ibukun thanked the taxi man and nodded to the security man as she stepped into the estate. She kept her hands into the pockets of the pullover and seeing the pullover on her; Ibukun laughed. She had already forgotten that she was still wearing Lashe’s cardigan. She sighed as she recalled Lashe’s story again. The more she thought about it; the more the ache in her heart grew. He wondered how a five-year-old boy handled the situation.

Each Alpha has one so that they know where their territory ends and where other territories are in proximity to them. I quickly open the book and lay it on the table. I flick through the pages and find the Nightstar Stalkers pack. They have a big pack territory and the closest packs are Randall’s Lupin Stalkers pack and the Bloodclaw Hunters pack. I quickly look around them and see what else they have nearby.

When I woke up early this morning, I turned on the bed to find he wasn't there again. As expected, he might be beating himself up on why someone who is ‘straight’ spent the most wonderful night in a gay man's bed. I had sex with him, I also had no regrets. I walked out of the room, burying myself behind me as I saw a car pull into the mansion from the window. “They're here.” Dad replied and I grunted, shifting uncomfortably. A few minutes later, the door opened and she stepped in, walking towards me with a big smile on her face.

The last time I stayed outside her door, concealed by the darkness of the hallway and just watched her sit there. I'd felt like a stalker, but my patience was rewarded. I was just starting to turn around, when I saw her put the book down and slide down onto the bed. Like the first night, Mom undid her robe and opened it. Underneath she was topless, but wearing a pair of black panties. I'd stood there in the hallway and stroking my cock through my shorts, watched my mother get off. When she was finished, I felt a stab of fear go through me as her head turned towards the doorway. I knew she couldn't see me, but swear she looked right at me. As she turned her head away I swore she had a slight

Despite the cool evening air, beads of sweat ran down the sides of her face. Around her, the rest of the pack was absorbed in their own preparations. While Ghost field-stripped and reassembled assault rifles with mechanical precision, Butcher, despite his injured arm, was loading magazines with his good hand and barking tactical advice to anyone who within earshot. "Time!" Stalker called out as she checked her wristwatch. "Twelve hours remaining." Hacker burst through the compound's main doors. One hand clutched his laptop and the other, a stack of printed papers. His hair was disheveled, and dark circles shadowed his eyes, but his expression was triumphant.

Every ratfink was expected to fúck off. I wanted them dead. I needed to know who the fúck was behind this and get them dead. I'd snuff out the life from them with my bare hands and feed their unworthy remains to the dogs. And devil help, I would. Morning came sooner than I expected. I hated mornings, 'cause I loved the darkness more. I was called King of the night for a reason. It irked me when I recalled I had a bitch in there that needed feeding. Now, I needed to have a good little chat with Rocco.

The stalker, the one who had haunted her nightmares and pursued her relentlessly, was none other than Tony. The revelation paralyzed her with terror, the weight of the situation sinking in. Trapped in the clutches of a delusional stalker, Bella's mind raced with the grim understanding that her ordeal had taken an even darker turn. The air hung heavy with a chilling sense of dread, as the relentless nightmare seemed to unfold with no respite in sight.