Dead Space 2 Stalkers Novels & Stories

Checked that it was loaded and raced downstairs. I don't care if I kill another person tonight, it would be my words against theirs. Someone will die today, and it will be Jake. I should have done it long ago.

Nobody could have evaded Adam's lethal shot. "You useless human," he said disparagingly of some of the men who had been held hostage who had died. Their bodies were immediately handled, not buried properly, but the corpses were thrown into the ravine behind the base. Their base is indeed near mountains and very steep ravines. The gulf changed its function as a tomb, more precisely to dispose of the corpses of those who insulted Adam. Not infrequently Adam also sends the body of a deviant to their family, as a warning to their family not to play games with Adam.

Cutter stood in one of the many bedrooms on the second floor staring at the wall. Rider had taken it upon himself to create one of those police diagrams with pictures of victims with pieces of string linking all of them back to Reaper’s Hollow. Even though they had no idea where this center of activity was since they hadn’t found the portal, it was compelling evidence. “So… our newest victim, Lana Paul, died last Saturday night. That makes five.” Rider was standing right behind him, filling him in on information he already knew, as if saying it out loud would somehow help them both process.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

Rival’s POV The stink of blood still clung to my hands, no matter how many times I washed them. The watcher was rotting under a pile of garbage somewhere in Chinatown, and still I could feel the phantom weight of his body pinned beneath my blade. Base Two is always watching. His last words gnawed at me like rats on bone. Thomas slammed a map of the city down on the motel table, flattening it with his palm. “We can’t just sit here and wait for the next one to show up. You know that, right?”

Daphne threw herself at him, half laughing and half sobbing. "Stellan! I knew it! I knew you'd wake up!" Stellan's gaze drifted slowly across the room, taking in every face, before finally settling on me. "Elara..." His voice was raw. "You've got some nerve. I'm not dead yet. What exactly do you think you're doing?" Then, he turned to Daphne, his tone softening with concern. "Daphne, what happened to you? Were you really going to follow me in death? I always knew..."

Someone who had lived in the dark. The Ghost. The suspicion didn't just whisper in my mind anymore; it roared. The pieces of the puzzle were aligning with a devastating, beautiful clarity. The sudden, untraceable hacks on my corporate servers. The way the legendary assassin Vesper always seemed to be one step ahead of the Vance syndicate. The fact that Aria had survived a high-stakes escape from a heavily armed masquerade with nothing but a scratch. And now, this bunker. I looked around the dark, concrete room as she worked. This wasn't a standard safehouse. There was an encrypted satellite terminal humming in the rack against the wall. A rack of black tactical gear, partially covered by a t

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

She said taking the phone and she looked at the screen, when she saw it, she dropped the phone immediately and fell to the floor puking her guts out. "And that is why you never went to med school." Korina said watching Daniella in her own pile of vomit. Gross. "You have nothing to worry about honey, I took care of him like I promised." Korina read this text again and again and then she looked at the picture, her insides turning, the mangled form of jeffery's body and dismembered body parts. It wasn't a pretty sight. "I can't even look at that." Daniella dropped the glass of water she held and shook her head in irritation, "your stalker is one hell of a psychopath."