Dead Space 2 Stalkers Novels & Stories

Not now that we knew they had explosives too. A flash lit up Conner’s face next to me and Tarvyn’s on my other side. I took a few deep breaths. Lifting the binoculars, I switched them to the night vision setting and turned them toward the road. It wasn’t long before I saw the first group of Dawn Stalkers running out of the smoky haze and down the road.

Scream and scream until the walls fell down around him, like a house unboxing himself, and then he could run into the night and exact his own revenge. “You feel it, too,” she whispered, and for a moment the room became a jungle, became a forest, became a desert. It was a place where the only thing that mattered was that instinct to hunt, that need to feed, and she wanted to drop to all fours and race off after The Wolf. “I’d tear his throat apart with my teeth,” she said and the jungle/forest/desert room shivered in with steam and hunger and that primal need to kill. Then she blinked, and the officer was leaning back in his chair again. A plain man. An ordinary human with small canines and b

"Yes. Very industrial chic. All it needs is a rug and fewer ways to die." They found the place after leaving the community centre at dawn, when the dead gathered too thick near the front entrance and the back alley started making noises an alley should never make unless it has swallowed a marching band. Maya picked it for sightlines, storage racks, and a flat roof with internal access. Dex picked it because there were no corpses in the first room. Both are valid selection criteria. Hers just came with fewer surprise endings. She spends the day working. Not heroically. Not beautifully. Survival is not beautiful. Survival is stacking pallets against a loading bay until your shoulders scream, t

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

The countdown had begun. The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple, casting long, ominous shadows across the battlefield. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that would soon saturate the air. The Shadow Stalkers, a formidable force cloaked in darkness and malice, emerged from the depths of the whispering woods, their numbers seemingly endless, a tide of black fur and burning eyes. Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest.

The stalker barely had time to point his gun at Jill, I know should've lain low but my body went still. Her loud voice was what took me back to the present and I did as she instructed me before. Then before long, two sleek black SUVs were closing in to our vicinity. I was frantically looking for a way to defend myself when I heard the gunshot, and that's when I saw the stalker, lay still on the ground with a gunshot wound on his temple. "Mr. Durant, you're safe. The two vehicles are our team, they've been monitoring our movement. Unfortunately, the man struggled and I have to eliminate the threat..."

The arrival of the "Stalkers" turned the "Unmapped" North into a "Living Theme Park." These were not the Architects with their clinical logic, nor the "Voters" with their distant indifference. These were the "Obsessed"—the humans who had spent years "Subscribed" to the Thorne-Blackwood bloodline, and who had used the Gallery’s fall as an opportunity to physically enter their favorite "Exhibition." They stood in the courtyard, their modern fabrics looking like "Narrative Errors" against the violet-gold stone of the keep. They didn't have weapons; they had "Observation Units"—devices that recorded every scent, every tear, and every drop of biological gold.

They were massive, prowling the edge of the crater on four multi-jointed limbs, their featureless heads sweeping back and forth. Unlike the Sentinels, the Stalkers didn't just delete what they touched. From their backs, tendrils of void-whips lashed out, casually unmaking boulders and debris as they paced. There were six of them. We were out of comms. Dax looked at me, then at Reaper and Sienna. He tapped two fingers against his chest, then pointed to the left flank of the crater. I will draw them left. He pointed to Reaper and Sienna, slicing his hand down the middle. You take the center. Cover fire if it goes loud. Finally, he looked at me and pointed directly at the glowing purple tear in

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

they said, their voice dripping with malice. Adrian's grip tightened around my hand, his eyes blazing with determination. "Who are you? What do you want from us?" The stalker let out a cold laugh, their voice tinged with satisfaction. "Oh, Adrian, don't you recognize me? Or should I say, "us?" My eyes widened in shock as the stalker removed their mask, revealing two identical faces staring back at us. Twins. They were twins. Adrian's voice caught in his throat. "Rebecca? Is that really you?"