The Stalking Dead Novels & Stories

the masculine voice spoke spitefully , the masked figure picked his pistol to shoot when he was shot by an arrow behind . It stuck out of his throat and he dropped on the floor blood oozing out of his mouth . “ Stomata , what are you doing here ? ” Drake asked surprised, she jumped down from the fence where she stood , he was the masculine voice who confronted the dead masked figure “ I came here to check up on my aunt , I saw and followed you here ” Stomata answered as she packed her arrows back into her back pack . “ Are you here to kill me ? ” Stomata inquired making Drake chuckle loudly

“Nope, you’ve got it down to a fine art.” “Years of effort.” Deke sighed. “But I did come here for a reason.” He glanced back at Morgan, all business now. “You might want to hear this, too. It’s about your stalker.” She sucked in a breath. In all her tangled emotions and the easy banter, she’d lost sight of the murderous lunatic. Silly her. “Okay. Um, one minute. I can’t face this without something to eat.” “And coffee, I’m sure,” Deke added.

Carter began to share the details reluctantly. Whoever this man is, he has been stalking you for more than one year now. He started watching you when you were still a member of the Crescent moon pack. He began to pick women who resemble you in some ways and he used to torture them before killing them. I feel like these women are your substitutes for him. He was waiting for you, and until he could get to you, he is using these innocent women to fulfil his sick pleasures. He killed over twenty-five women, or at least we could only find twenty-five dead bodies so far. Every woman has something that resembles. Her hair, eyes, skin tone, body structure, anything. He trapped them and killed them.

“This is different. They are not joking. They will do it!” “Then call the cops,” I shrugged, stepping back. I had enough on my plates. “The cops won’t touch them.” Her voice dropped low, shaky. “These guys… they are bad, worse than you know.” I froze. “Worse how?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she wailed again, her hands clawing at her hair. “I’m dead, we’re dead. They won’t stop!” “Calm down,” I sighed, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her back to reality. “Who are they?”

But I am not crazy like her. What makes her think I'll enjoy stalking them? I care about life and I am very young to die. However, Cassandra always enjoyed the thrill and excitement. Right now, her eyes are glowering with excitement and something else. I am truly blind when it comes to emotions and expressions. “Come on,they are moving” She touched my hand and led the way, hiding under pillars or any shade that could possibly hide our two bodies. I just hope we don't get busted. Why are we even stalking a group of dangerous men? I hope I had the answer too.

Not to mention the nightmares that have been plaguing me, presumably caused by that ghost feeling of someone following me. "There was no stalking involved," Stace replies uneasily, dark brows furrowing, as if that accusation actually offends him. "He was keeping an eye on you since after that incident. It shook me up, seeing you so close to death that I knew I needed to hire someone." I let out a long, loose breath. "We are mates..."

With that done, the stalker then dealt with the rest of Gerald’s family not too long before he, Zyla, and Peter had arrived… Since he couldn’t spot his grandfather’s body, Gerald had a gut feeling that he wasn’t dead, but rather captured like the rest of his family. Needless to say, Gerald also knew for a fact that the stalker’s end goal had something to do with him. From breaking spiritual artifacts apart to killing the massive anaconda, the mysterious master coming after him seemed extremely capable. With that in mind, Gerald had been thinking about the possibilities of dealing with him throughout his way back from Mayberry.

he said, interrupting me as he leaned in to break against my neck, “let's give them something to see.” I frowned, confused at first, before I understood what he suggested. “What? No. No, that's not—I called you here to help me catch them, not to—” His other hand found my belt. “Come on, baby. Let's make their eyes bleed.” He worked the buckle loose, and I grabbed his wrist before he could pull it free. “Stein.” I shook my head. “Someone is watching.” “I know.” “They could be recording. They could have footage of everything—”

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.