Dead Space 2 Stalkers Novels & Stories

I turned back to my desk, ready to drown myself in spreadsheets. Except, the spreadsheets weren't the first thing I saw. Maya and Stella were already there. They had swiveled their chairs around, hovering over my desk like two vultures who had just spotted something shiny in the desert. Maya cleared her throat, a sound so loud and artificial it might as well have been a siren. "So..." Stella started, skipping the pleasantries entirely. "How was the date?" I sat down slowly, pulling my monitor closer as if it could shield me from their interrogation. I took a sip of water, trying to channel my inner stoic.

The sigil still carried my scent, and she recoiled for a second as if burned. But greed won out. “Wait,” I said, placing my hand over hers. My eyes flickered over her before landing on Aiden. “You can have it all. But there are a few… bloody lessons our new Luna should learn.” I pointed to one of the maps. “The northern border of Blackwood is the Bloodclaw pack’s hunting ground. They’ve laid blood traps. Any wolf who crosses that line will be torn to shreds on sight. Cora, that cloying perfume you wear? It will be the perfect lure.”

He sniffed the air and noticed that it was not the distinctive scent of the members of Shadow Pack. Zack snarled, halting in his conquest to go through the small trail through the darkened woods, and went off to find the intruder of their community. He followed the noise that bounced off through the night until he came upon the abandoned street near the darkened woods that was close to the small town. When he arrived there, trotting slowly in the shadows, Zack saw a foreigner being carried off by two males through the small trail along those woods. He narrowed his blue eyes on them as Zane purred in their mind link.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

"Kael, that’s today. The day of the crash. The day everything supposedly ended." "It didn't end, Maya," Kael said, his eyes fixed on the rising mechanical shapes in the sand. "It began. We weren't dying in that car. We were being recruited." Sela grabbed my arm, her grip bruising. "We don't have time for a family reunion. Those are Stalkers. They’re built to track the specific neural signature of a Peak survivor. If they catch you, they don’t kill you. They plug you back in." The first machine reached the base of our gantry. It was a horrific fusion of chrome and biology, shaped like a wolf but with six spindly, multi-jointed legs that clicked against the rusted metal.

In the end, I could only watch helplessly as Roland flushed all the ashes down the toilet. Seeing him hold up the empty box to show it off to me, I spat out another mouthful of blood and completely lost consciousness. … I woke up to a suffocating sensation. Roland was shoving my head into the lake. I struggled desperately as he sneered. "Don't blame me for being ruthless, Dylan. If you want to blame someone, blame your dead sister for recognizing that I was one of the people who violated her back then. And because I want to live, you'll just have to die. Goodbye, Dylan."

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.

"The Council has crossed a line. They aren't just trying to stop a Queen; they are trying to commit a deicide." Damon and Nathaniel burst into the room then, their Alphas' instincts having finally alerted them to the breach. They saw the ash on the floor, the blood on Félix, and the terror in my eyes. Damon let out a roar of such pure, unadulterated rage that the windows of the chamber shattered. "HOW DID IT GET PAST THE WARDS?!" "It was a Stalker, Damon," Nathaniel said, his silver eyes scanning the room, already analyzing the residue. "It didn't have a soul to detect. But it’s gone now."

Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of. Now, my real life feels like a twisted sequel I never asked for? Because I’m actually living it. Facing almost the same predicament. Just that mine is worse. My stalker didn’t just watch me from across a street or leave cryptic messages. He didn’t just breathe too close behind my back. My stalker literally killed a human right before my eyes last two nights. Without hesitation. Without mercy. Blood. The sound. The way life left that body.The way his head was disconnected from his body. I can’t unsee it. I can’t unhear it. It’s carved into me now, deep and ugly and permanent..

Velia didn’t say anything, instead closing her eyes. Meanwhile... The Reapers were still enjoying themselves, talking and laughing. Virus and Godfather Marco had already left. "So, what do you think of this place?" Stalker asked, her voice relentless as she hadn’t given him any space to breathe. He was already fed up. "Honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here," he muttered, taking another drink. "This place isn’t that bad. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it here. Just relax," she smiled and touched his shoulder.