Stalker 2 Ghost Enemy Novels & Stories

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

They sprinted down the corridor, their footsteps echoing through the abandoned halls. A metal door stood at the end, slightly ajar. Waiting. Ayesha pushed it open. Face to Face with the Ghost The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from flickering monitors displaying surveillance feeds. And there he was. The Ghost. He stood with his back to them, hands clasped behind him. When he turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. "You finally made it," he said smoothly. His voice was calm, controlled. Too controlled. "Game’s over," Adrian growled, raising his gun.

But I can sense it. He slams his palms against the door, one on each side near my shoulders, barricading me in. His frame towers over me, pressing his broad chest against mine as he brings his head down to my level. The gleam in his eyes has faded, replaced by an possessive look that's wild, domineering, and hungry. My throat becomes dry, but my mouth remains wet. How? I have no fucking idea. I swallow hard to help coat my throat with the saliva that trickles down, my gaze shifting slightly away from his. My entire body trembles as the rain intensifies and the drops get progressively harder. Scotty smiles at me and licks his lips, displaying his tongue ring as he tugs it between his teeth.

she called. Venom lifted his head as if sensing her presence. Even through the thick steel door, even battered and bloodied beyond recognition, his light brown eyes found hers through the small window. A smile touched his split lips. "Found them," Ghost spoke into her comm. "Beginning extraction." Butcher's voice came through immediately: "Contact! Multiple hostiles approaching fast!" Gunshots erupted from behind them as Butcher and Stalker engaged the pursuing forces. "Breach the door. Now!" Ghost ordered. "Now!"

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

He targeted another angle that only ghosts could afford to do. Stalking 24/7.

“Not in the brief.” It studied them with that furnace gaze, like it could smell the angles of their fear and their unwillingness to run. The Ghosts didn’t flinch. Weapons held. Foot positions anchored. Breathing measured. Machine precision, human resolve—a posture predators distrust. The thing growled—a vibration more than a sound—and the hair on Jack’s arms lifted. Then it dissolved into shadow, gone between the beats of a heart. Only its breath lingered, a cold curse in the air. “Team Two—rendezvous now,” Michelle snapped into comms, voice ironed flat.

Then the lights snapped on. Floodlights blinded us for half a heartbeat, long enough for the first burst of enemy fire to chew the wall behind my head. I dropped, rolled, came up firing, three-round bursts that painted the far wall red. Reaper roared somewhere to my left, his massive frame absorbing hits that would’ve folded lesser men, returning fire with a growl that rattled my teeth. “Clear left!” Ghost shouted, voice sharp over the comms, already moving, lean body twisting between crates, rifle never still.

Men got out, secured the area with military precision. I didn't wait for permission. Just opened my door and ran. Ghost met me at the front entrance. Six-foot-four of solid muscle and calm competence. He had been special forces before going private, and it showed in the way he moved he was always aware, always ready. "He's in the living room," Ghost said quietly. "Playing that dinosaur game you got him. I told him we might be taking a trip, but he doesn't know anything else." "Thank you." I gripped his arm. "For everything."