The Stalking Dead Novels & Stories

He motioned for me to follow him, and I quickly grabbed my gear and stepped out. “Stay close,” he said, his voice low, eyes scanning the area around us. We moved carefully, staying in the shadows as much as possible. I had read all the reports, analyzed the data, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted us as we ventured deeper into the zone. The infected were everywhere. They wandered aimlessly, their eyes vacant, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some of them were clawing at the remnants of buildings, while others limped through the streets, dragging their bodies behind them as though they had forgotten what it meant to be human.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

" When I remained silent, they both took me by the arms and led me to the hospital's rooftop. Chester would not stop yammering about how safe it was to leap from the 60-meter-high building. He boasted about the safety net he rigged up below, assuring me that a blindfolded count to twelve would see me land without a scratch. Next, Jane would play her part, calling the insurance folks to check out the corpse. By the time the insurance check cleared, I would be whisked away to Tylandra, living it up without a care. They got more and more pumped up, practically feeling the Tylandra sand between their toes and soaking up the sun. I played along, chuckling, while I sneakily sent the recording to t

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

His fingers scratched her face and dug through her eyes, making Rosa scream in horrifying pain. “Stupid bitch!” Ray said, using his last strength to stab her stomach before his head slumped and he dropped dead. The room was already engulfed in fire as there was no way out. Rosa's horrifying screams and wailing penetrated my eardrums. Finally, It was over. The evil mistress had met her waterloo. I was about to turn to leave when I felt a presence behind me. My heart flew as fear consumed me. Slowly, I tilted my head, taking a look at the face of the stalker.

Kamrynn's POV “It didn’t stop there,” Tiona said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The Black Stalker didn’t just take their souls—it used them to spread its poison. The affected villagers would stand in the doorways of their homes at night, calling to others with those dead, hollow voices. And those who answered... well, they joined the ranks of the soulless by morning.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with dread. “It spread like wildfire,” Tiona said, her voice trembling for effect. “By the time the remaining villagers realized what was happening, it was too late. The Stalker had seeped into the very foundation of their lives. And then, one night, it disappeared.”

Lord Valerius let out a choked sound of genuine terror behind us. They were grotesque. The Gloom-Stalkers were a fusion of pale, corrupted vampire skin and black, segmented chitin armor. They were the size of grizzlies, moving silently on eight skeletal legs that ended in razor-sharp bone points. They didn't have mouths; they had a mass of clicking mandibles, and multiple multi-faceted green eyes that absorbed the light. They were the perfect, silent stalkers of this forbidden dominion. And they were fast. One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius.

Chapter One: Stalker However, the first sound I consciously noticed that evening was the sound of breathing that was too close, too regular to be my own. Behind my door, came-but the beat, mellow, as if someone just stood there, just stares I became catatonic, pretending to sleep, my eyes locked on the slice of light entering through slits in my window treatment. It had put out thin lines like scars all over the ceiling. The beating within me was so in sync with this power that I swear people outside were listening to the beating of my heart.

of Kaelen and Elora, and their eyes were two solid pools of liquid gold. "The 'Stalkers'," Seraphina whispered. "The ones who want to 'Live' in the story."