Stalker 2 Ghost Enemy Novels & Stories

Almost textbook stalker. They pulled up to Olivia’s house now, and Dallas took in the scene at a glance. Mark and Griff were there, both looking exhausted after their all-nighter, but tough and focused. There were five other vehicles parked next to the black SUV’s: two police cruisers, two SWAT vans, and one unmarked van. He knew that the scanner would be inside the unmarked one, and he strode over to it right away, rapped on the door. It swung open and he nodded at Captain Peter Anderson, his most trusted and reliable contact at the Denver PD. Dallas jumped in and looked at the screens.

Seeing Nicholas' gaze shift to the top of the counter, she leaned in to check. It was a rat. Its outline wasn't so solid and distinct and she could have sworn it was a ghost rat. Holding Nicholas' left arm, she eyed the rat and asked "Nicholas, is this what I think it is?" "It might be, depending on what you are thinking." Geneva was sure he was replying just for the sake of it. She pursed her lips and eyed him too. It definitely was a ghost rat. She had two ghosts in her house! One was annoying her everyday and the other one was breaking her China wares!

The chest remained still, yet the beast vibrated with a low-frequency hum that rattled the teeth. Silence Stalker. The name drifted through my mind, a fragment of lore Nash had once recited to me. They eat the sound. They hunt the quiet. Nash cursed, a ragged sound of pure frustration. He lunged forward, swinging the heavy bone crutch like a club. "Get back! Stay away from them!" The movement was clumsy. Nash’s ruined legs gave him no leverage. He was slow. The Stalker didn't even dodge. It simply twitched—a blur of motion.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea

Evans—" A piercing, strange wail sliced through the darkness. Evans tensed. I had already dismounted and was looking over the shadowed tree line with my sword drawn. "We're not by ourselves," I whispered. After a moment, the shadows moved. It wasn't a wolf. Not totally. With incandescent runes cut into its flesh, it slithered between the trees, a towering figure of shifting limbs and dark mist. My blood became icy. Evans hardly raised her voice above a whisper. "A Stalker of Shade."

He moved his center of gravity. ​He dropped into a low crouch, the Null energy in his blood reacting instinctively to the threat. He didn't have enough power for a shield, but he had enough for a Pulse-Burst. He slammed his palm into the ground, sending a wave of raw, unrefined energy rippling through the pavement. ​The shockwave didn't hurt the Stalkers, but it did something better: it coated them in the spilled white flour from the shattered supply crates. ​Suddenly, the invisible ghosts were outlined in white powder, skeletal figures made of dust and malice.

Kevin’s propaganda still echoed in the distance, his hologram flickering faintly against the sky. << ALERT! LOCATION DETECTED. STALKER ZOMBIE THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL. >> << SUGGESTION: CREATE A HIGH-ENERGY DISTRACTION TO REPEL THEM. OR USE THE 'SECRET INDOMIE RECIPE' TO ALTER THEIR NATURE. >> "Damn it! The Secret Recipe! Which one?!" Bima cursed inwardly, his thumb trembling as he flipped through the pages. The Stalker Zombies moved silently, like creeping shadows. They were gaunt silhouettes with glowing red eyes that blinked with malice.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."