Novel & Cerita The Stalking Dead

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." ‎

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

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

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.

Ralph's deep voice rumbled beneath, a bass note that underscored the pack's collective pain. Cathryn's body swayed, her eyes closed, as she let the pack's sorrow wash over her. The night air vibrated with their grief, the sound echoing across the landscape like a wounded animal. As the howling faded, the silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions. The pack stood transfixed, their faces etched with pain, their hearts forever scarred. In the stillness, Gerald's whispered words seemed to echo: "Your legacy will live on through us." The promise hung in the air, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

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.