Dead Space 2 Stalkers Novels & Stories

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

Hajin and Jihan glanced up to see the young Mort throw them a cold, hard stare whose eyes glow in red and whose pupils were vertical slits like a cat's concealed with murderous intent. "Bring them to me." Eyes devoid of emotions, Mort coldly ordered Klauss, and that the butler immediately obeyed. Klauss picked up the decapitated twins' heads whose eyes were dilated in horror and gave them to his young master. Both are still alive even though their heads have been severely cut off. There was a trace of horror on Hajin and Jihan's faces when they saw how their headless bodies fell to the cold marble floor. Words left unspoken, Mort's overwhelming dark and foreboding aura engulfs the entire pla

I walked calmly toward the door, my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. Behind me, Lydia remained frozen in the middle of the study like prey sensing the approach of a predator too late. The hallway outside felt colder somehow. Sharper. My phone vibrated suddenly inside my coat pocket. One message. Encrypted. Unknown sender. But I already knew who it was. [C: Meet me at the North Docks. 2:00 AM. Bring the "sample". The first Stalker has been spotted.] My breath caught. The Stalkers. The beginning of the end.

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

Lord Valerius let out a choked sound of genuine terror behind us. They were grotesque. The Gloom-Stalkers were a fusion of pale, corrupted vampire skin and black, segmented chitin armor. They were the size of grizzlies, moving silently on eight skeletal legs that ended in razor-sharp bone points. They didn't have mouths; they had a mass of clicking mandibles, and multiple multi-faceted green eyes that absorbed the light. They were the perfect, silent stalkers of this forbidden dominion. And they were fast. One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius.

I could hear them scuttling across rooftops, their clicking sounds echoing through the streets. The camp alarm started blaring. Hunters poured out of buildings, weapons drawn. But they weren’t ready. Most of them were Stage One, barely trained. They’d get slaughtered. “North perimeter!” I shouted. “They’re coming from the north!” The first anomaly dropped into the camp. A Stalker. Then another. Then five more. They moved with that coordinated intelligence that made them Class C instead of Class D. I hit the first one with a shadow spike, driving through its skull before it could attack. The second one dodged and came at me from the side. I caught it with a shadow net, pulled it down, and fin

Alissa turned around, "Hannah, I didn't mean to startle you." "Aron," she replied, her voice barely audible. "It looks like you have seen a ghost." "I am just tired." Alissa could now see a dangerous gleam in his eyes, that she had missed when she was head over heels. "I see. What were you up to yesterday?" Alissa's eyes widened, her brain sent warning bells. Why was he asking? Did he want to eliminate his next victim? "I, I was at my dorm. I wasn't feeling so well."

He pushed me on the ground, Just when he took out his belt, a gun sound filled the small alleyway and he screamed, falling on his knees. The stalker was behind him, his brows were furrowed and I could feel the rage emanating from his body. I shifted to a side of the alley and covered my hand around my thorn sweatshirt, two men in black suits followed behind the stalker but kept their distance, one held a chainsaw saw and the other a can and a lighter. “I warned you and your crew, I told you what would happen if you went near Elsa.” The stalker’s voice makes a shiver pass through my entire body. They knew each other, Of course they did.

Kamrynn's POV “It didn’t stop there,” Tiona said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The Black Stalker didn’t just take their souls—it used them to spread its poison. The affected villagers would stand in the doorways of their homes at night, calling to others with those dead, hollow voices. And those who answered... well, they joined the ranks of the soulless by morning.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with dread. “It spread like wildfire,” Tiona said, her voice trembling for effect. “By the time the remaining villagers realized what was happening, it was too late. The Stalker had seeped into the very foundation of their lives. And then, one night, it disappeared.”

He stood perfectly still, his back to them. As they approached, he turned. His face was a featureless mask of smooth gray stone, yet his eyes were unmistakable—yellow, glowing with the malice of the Void, identical to the eyes of the Stalkers. ​“He’s not a Stalker,” Dave whispered, his hand hovering over his blade. “He’s... a vessel.” ​The figure moved, not by walking, but by shifting through the air, his movements erratic. Then, a second figure emerged from the fog and a third.