The Stalking Dead Novels & Stories

However, now she got information from her friend that the man died in an accident this morning. "He died on the spot, Tabby. With an eighteen-year-old girl. They're drunk." She had just heard those words from Lana, her best friend. She sat slowly on the edge of his bed. Ethan died with a girl. Those words kept ringing in her head. Tabitha didn't know whether to be sad or angry at the news that shook her. Even she was confused, was she surprised by the timing of Ethan's death or because the guy was with a teenage girl?

Everything was moving way too fast. Looking at Brice's ring on me, I feel dizzy, happy, and intoxicated with joy. If I died and gone to hell I'd be smiling, thinking I've lived my life to the fullest. It couldn't get any better, I don't even know how to get down from my pedestal. I was walking on cloud nine, feeling like nothing can bring my happiness down, not even the freaking stalker. Well... maybe the stalker.

Its body contorted, twisting into impossible positions. The air was heavy with the stench of corruption, the scent of decay and death. Tristan's stomach churned, his senses recoiling from the gruesome spectacle. As abruptly as it began, the convulsion subsided. The Emissary's body slumped, its chest heaving with ragged breaths.

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.

And Stellan walked at my side, his hand in mine, the bond pulsing between us like a second heartbeat. The North Star camp was quiet when we reached it, the tents dark, the fires low. Vidar's wolves were on watch, their eyes scanning the darkness, their bodies tense. But they didn't see us. They didn't hear us. They didn't know we were coming until it was too late. Stellan moved first. He slipped through the shadows like a ghost, his body low, his steps silent. The first watchman fell without a sound, his body crumpling into the snow. The second followed, then the third, then the fourth.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> They buried an empty casket two days later. The service ran short. White tent, a grey sky threatening rain that never quite arrived, and a priest reading words that fell on people too distracted by their phones to absorb them. Damon stood in the front row with his hands clasped in front of him, his expression arranged into something that passed for grief from a reasonable distance. Killian stood slightly apart, which nobody commented on. Twins processed things differently. Everyone knew that. Nobody questioned it.

Old creepy big castle from fucking Frankenstein tale. -"I said, to lay your head down they are watching you." My head turned around in exploring my surroundings and not paying attention to his orders at all. all men and women who looked like models or superstars were greeting me with a super strange and angry gaze. Their chest vibrated with a strange vibrating sound which send strange creepy shivers through my skin. They were killing me with their eyes and I couldn't stop looking at them. They were so beautiful and smelled so good that even if they were killing me I still would be smiling at them. They were hypnotizing beautiful.

She said and went out of the house. She was walking alone in the bright light of street lights. She noticed a shadow was following her. She started to walk fast and that shadow was also walking fast to chase her. She also noticed that there was a cap on the head of the shadow. She changed the ally and stopped there at the corner, waiting for her stalker to turn to that ally. She was already sick of this stalker and because of Adrian she was totally frustrated. She put her hand in her bag in which she was carrying her water bottle. As soon as, that guy turned the ally. She sprayed pepper spray in his eyes.

Alissa walked to her dorm room and she lay on her bed. Her heart calmed a bit and she couldn't believe that had just happened. She tried not to panic at all, but she was. So many questions swirled in her head. What did he mean when he said that he would not let her off easily next time? Why did she have to fall? Did he now know that she was the one who had stalked him? Alissa tossed and turned until she fell eventually fell asleep. Alissa's eyes slowly opened, and she found that there was a lot of light streaming in, which meant that she had slept past afternoon.

I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.” “No, Iliana. That’s like...premium dark romance material,” she yelped, “Are you hearing yourself? Your stalker is tall, hot, dangerous, and…” she lifted the box in the air “...feral for you? That’s like the whole package a girl can ever dream for.” I stared at her in bafflement, “Are you even listening to yourself, Thea? He is a really dangerous man. He fucking tortured a living being.”