The Messenger( Iva) novel Chapter 300

The Stalker’s Shadow

The roses stopped.

For a full week, Iva’s desk remained empty of the yellow flowers that had become an unsettling morning ritual. She told herself she was relieved. That the mystery sender had grown bored, moved on, found someone else to torment,

But the relief was short-lived.

The messages began on a Tuesday.

Iva found the first one tucked beneath her pillow-a small, cream-colored envelope sealed with wax. No return address. No identifying marks. Just her name, written in elegant, looping script.

Her hands trembled as she opened it.

Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. The words were written in the same elegant hand:

*”Your beauty rivals the moon itself. I have watched you from the shadows, and I am captivated.”*

Iva’s stomach turned.

She read the words again, a chill crawling down her spine. The language was flowery, almost poetic. But there was something beneath the surface-a darkness that made her skin prickle.

She showed the letter to Caleb that evening.

His face went hard, his jaw tightening.

“This is not a compliment,” he said. “This is a warning.”

Iva nodded, her throat tight,

“I know.”

Caleb studied the letter, his eyes scanning the handwriting.

“We need to increase security,” he said. “This person-whoever they are-they got past the guards. They got into your private chambers.”

Iva’s blood ran cold.

“How is that possible?”

Caleb’s expression was grim.

The second message arrived two days later.

This time, it was slipped under her door-a plain white envelope, unmarked. Inside, the handwriting was the same, but the words were darker:

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The Stalke hodow

Chum

see you when you sleep. I watch you when you wake. Your beauty haunts my dreams. Soon, you will haunt mine

Iva’s hands shook as she read the words.

This was no admirer.

This was a threat.

She showed it to Caleb immediately. He read it once, his face pale, then read it again, his grip tightening on the paper.

“This is escalating,” he said. “We need to find this person. Now.”

He issued orders to the security team. The academy was placed on high alert. Guards patrolled every corridor, every entrance, every shadow.

But the messages kept coming.

The third letter was the most disturbing yet.

It was delivered by a student-a young wolf who had been paid to slip the envelope into Iva’s bag during class. When the student was questioned, he claimed he didn’t know who the sender was. He had been approached by a cloaked figure, handed the envelope, and given a handful of bills.

The letter itself was short, but its impact was devastating:

*”I know about Mira. I know about the Council. I know about the farmhouse. I know about everything. You cannot hide from me, Ivana. I am always watching.”*

Iva’s blood turned to ice.

The farmhouse.

The letter mentioned the farmhouse.

The safe house where Lori and Attia were settled for now.

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If the sender knew about that-if they knew about the location, the secrecy, the desperate need for safety -then nothing was secure. Nothing was safe.

Caleb’s reaction was immediate and furious.

He increased security on the royal family, the academy, and the northern farmhouse. He dispatched elite guards to protect Lori and Attia, and he personally oversaw the investigation into the stalker’s identity.

But despite his best efforts, the sender remained elusive.

Weeks passed.

The letters continued to arrive, each one more unsettling than the last.

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The Stalkerendo

Your scent lingers in the air. I breathe it in, and tam intoxicated.”*

I saw you smile at the prince today. It made me want to erase that smile. Permanently.”*

*”You belong to me, vana. Not to him. Not-to anyone. Just me.”

Iva grew pale, her appetite fading, her sleep interrupted by nightmares. The weight of the stalker’s obsession pressed down on her like a physical burden.

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Caleb was beside her every step of the way, his presence a constant source of comfort. But even he could not fully shield her from the fear.

“Who is it?” Iva asked one night, her voice barely a whisper. “Who would do this?”

Caleb’s jaw tightened.

“I have my suspicions,” he said.

Iva looked up at him.

“Nick?”

Caleb hesitated.

“He’s the most obvious suspect. He has motive-revenge. He has the resources-his father’s connections, the remnants of the pack’s wealth. And he has the obsession-he fixated on you before, and he never accepted the rejection.”

Iva shook her head slowly.

“It’s not his style,” she said. “Nick is arrogant. He’s a bully. He would confront me directly, make threats in person, try to intimidate me face-to-face.”

She paused, her eyes distant.

“This is different. This is… calculated. Patient. It’s the work of someone who enjoys the hunt. Someone who gets pleasure from the fear they’re causing.”

Caleb’s expression darkened.

“Then who?”

Iva met his gaze.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

The investigation continued, but the stalker remained elusive.

The letters were traced to various locations-a post office in the next town, a dead drop in the forest, an abandoned cottage on the outskirts of the academy. Each lead was a dead end, each clue a misdirection.

Whoever the stalker was, they were skilled. Careful. Experienced.

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