Yandere Stalker Novels & Stories

Not long after Kirou led the girls away, the stalker from before tried to follow them, only to be blocked by two players(?) in similar apparel. He tried to go around them but the two players kept blocking his path. The stalker wanted to stab both players and kill them instantly so that he could continue to follow his targets, but alas, villages, towns, and cities are safe zones in Immortal Era and the system restricts the use of all weapons and combat-related skills.

Chapter 3|Stalker AYISHA'S POV His voice sounded familiar. "Shit!" I correctly predicted. He is... "Kiann!" Oh my God! Why did my cheeks flush when I realized he had saved me? Is he interested in me? "Hey, Lady! I'm not Kian. Let me introduce myself. I'm Xander Ford, a friend of Kian Thayre Ice. If you think I like you...bury this in your cunt! I don't like you and thank you for letting me through here!"

“I heard “then she stops dead in her tracks looking at this transformation before us. Is... Is that Amara? Thalia asks, shocked. Amara stands on her back legs. Proud and tall. Her aura dominates. It makes us all fight to bow to her. Black my Lycan dances in my head wanting to shift and mate her. “I am Skadii, daughter of the moon goddess. Bringer of light and justice. Ruler of all lycans and wolves” Her diplophonia voice boomed through the air, taking our breathes away. The night sky rumbled at her appearance. Her aura pushing against us all. Making even my father and other have no choice but to bow. She looks down at us all. Standing at least 7 and a half feet tall. “Mate” Black says in my

The air feels thicker, harder to breathe. A sick, heavy dread settles in my stomach. He’s here. My stalker is here. And I have no idea who he is. But I know— I know— he’s watching me.

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

She cursed the tears that had made her miss her way so… cursed the entire town and the day she ever set foot in it. Natalie had always thought Clarksville was bad— and to be honest, it was, but at least she could deal with the things that happened to her over there, Being bullied and being the town outcast seemed to be nothing when placed in comparison to having a stalker watch your every mood while claiming you as his! Oh Natalie, but what makes you think it’s a man? Her subconscious mocked darkly, drawing a shiver out of the young, scantily-clad woman. She didn’t even have time to contemplate if her shivering had to do with her thoughts or with the chilly nature of her surroundings, for sh

I turned my face away, embarrassed because of my asshole man. “Mind your own fucking business or I might tell Lidiya about your intensions for good this time”, Xander said as he stood in front of me. Lidiya? “Why are you so cold? I know I am handsome and better with ladies but I would never steal your lady”, the man said and patted Xander’s shoulder before approaching me with a warm hand. I took it and he leaned to kiss mine, my eyes widened. Is he sure he can do this in front of his demon friend?

"Dyrroth, it is Ruthie. I know you are not sleeping. Open the door." I sighed. There is still no response from Dyrroth's room. "Hey! What are you doing there?" I was startled at Rosa, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She looked me up and down with disdain in her eyes. "Just mind your own business,” I replied calmly, then I turned to Dyrroth’s room again. I do not want to ruin my good mood tonight. It will be best to ignore Rosa. But many seconds pass, and she is still standing beside me with her arms crossed. I can feel her cold stare at my back. What is she waiting for?

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

These past few days, she is dealing with a lot of pain even before Ylva tortured her. The prisoner is lying down. She looks weak, which is not the state she was in when they attacked the front gate. She is our first human prisoner. Every prisoner held inside this cell are werewolves who are from another pack or some thieves in our pack. I feel sorry for throwing the rock on the back of her head, but I have to protect my people, especially when I saw her eyes beaming with anger, hatred, and revenge. The way she talks back to Alarick amuses me. She is not afraid of what will happen to her, a true hunter indeed.