The Stalking Dead Novels & Stories

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

“I can’t even tell my friends that I’m being stalked or tell anyone that I’m so scared of staying here cooped up in my room alone and waiting for the stalker to come find me and I won’t be able to do anything!” My chest was heaving by the time I stopped speaking. God, I was such a fucking mess. I was sniffling and crying in my La Perla bra set and being so pathetic. I shivered when he leaned close enough to wipe the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “You are not alone,” Cillian said. His voice wasn’t soft, but firm. As if he was scolding me. “I feel alone.” I peered at him, his clenched jaw and intense eyes. “I keep overthinking about her death, Caleb, the stalker, and everything. I don’t

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp

One would have thought that after Jake had the shit beating out of him, he would have been in hiding. But instead here he was today, following me around as I keep an eye on Isabella. I thought he would still be nursing his wounds, or trying to find a place to live. It's just two days after he almost lost his life. ‘Which he should have.’ But no, he made me his new tragic, maybe to prove to Russell that I am crazy. And the stalker is now being stalked.

‎ ‎I raised my right hand, and the Sun-Iron stairs didn't just glow—they began to shift, the metal steps twisting upward like a iron cage, sealing the twelve Stalkers onto the narrow vertical platform. ‎ ‎"Kael," I whispered. "Clear the board." ‎

I can’t see who or what it is but it’s close. Where are you? I’m not really sure, there seems to be an old den or something near me though. That would be my fort, thank you very much. Seriously? A fort? Yes, and no girls allowed. Seriously, Steele, this is freaking me out. I’ll be right there baby— My mind link to Steele is cut and everything goes black. (Scàthach’s P.O.V)

I glared at him. “I don’t care!” I shouted as I stormed past him on my way to the library. My heart was telling me to stop, go back and apologize, but my ego wouldn’t let me. I also wanted to check on a couple of things in the library! As far as I can remember, nobody has ever survived if their sire was killed. There was one mention of an unlinking spell, but there was no mention of whether it worked. I hated that our books weren’t a complete history! As I walked into the library, the shelf at the back caught my eye and I sighed. I walked straight there and a bit into my wrist letting the blood drop on the floor in front of it. The heavy locks opened behind the shelf as it slid to one side a