Stalker 2 Ghost Enemy Novels & Stories

The stirges are dead, their beady red eyes all lying lifeless on the ground as my summons continue to annihilate them. After reaching the entrance of the nest, I don't stop and continue running through the tunnel of the nest. After turning and running all the way down the nest, I could finally see a clearance. Despite the pitch blackness, Ghost's sight allowed me to see everything clearly. Then I came across a crude wooden door, which was surprising. Perhaps there is someone on the other side of this door who can offer me the answers to my questions.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

"Right side, beneath the arm!" I twisted, shot up again, and drove both claws into the spot she mentioned. Sparks exploded. The Ghost unit spasmed, then collapsed in a heap. One down. Tyra stared at me like I was a stranger. "You're adapting fast." I couldn't answer. My heart was pounding too hard, adrenaline flooding my system. Kieran had the second unit down, but the third was gone. I scanned the ceiling. There. It crawled along the stone like a spider, its limbs bending in impossible ways. It was heading for the control panel above the power grid.

"At least twenty, maybe more. And Ghost… they're not all human." The distinction mattered. Bullets could slow down a werewolf, but they wouldn't stop one unless you got lucky with silver or managed a perfect head shot. We had neither. A shadow moved past the broken window, too fast and too large to be human. I caught a glimpse of golden eyes and fangs before Sable opened fire, her rifle chattering in controlled bursts. "Did you hit it?" "Hard to tell. It kept moving." She ejected the empty magazine, hands steady despite the chaos. "Ghost, I don't think we can hold them off with conventional weapons."

It had no eyes, only a long, questing snout that pulsed with a sickly indigo light. ​It was a Stalker-Hound, a general of the Shadow Pack. ​“If I flare my power, she’ll see us,” Elara whispered, the link between her and Caleb humming with a shared adrenaline. ​“Then don’t flare,” Caleb thought, his hand finding the small of her back. “Be the vacuum, Elara. Be the thing that isn't there.”

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

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.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.