Stalker 2 Ghost Enemy Novels & Stories

Together, we pushed the attackers back, clearing room after room until the mansion fell silent once more. When it was finally over, we captured three of The Ghost’s men alive. One of them — a tall, scarred man with dead eyes — was dragged into the basement interrogation room. Nikolai stood over him, gun pressed to his forehead. “Talk,” he growled. “Who sent you? What does The Ghost want?” The man laughed through bloodied lips, looking straight at me. “You still don’t know, do you?” he sneered. “The Ghost isn’t some shadow. He’s blood. Your blood, Volkov.”

Everyone moves away, while Soren jumps on Klaus and pushes him against the wall, without even needing to transform. This move is to push Klaus away from the stairs, while I see Ghost's rune that was on the stairs start to be consumed by the Shadows and the Light. Ghost's fur is white and translucent at the ends, while his eyes are very red, and he stands up quickly, at the same time as he grabs Soren's wrist, the smell of blood spreading. Soren uses his other hand to punch Ghost, who dodges and Soren hits the wall, Ghost takes advantage and uses his other claw to hit Soren in the stomach, but a black barrier forms and I see sparks coming out.

Years of working together made them lethal – Ghost's enchanted weapons complementing Tank's raw strength as they engaged the first wave. "You're getting sloppy," Tank taunted as he took down two attackers. "Academy security spotted you ten minutes ago." "We don't need stealth," the rogue leader snarled. "Just numbers." He swung at Tank. These rogues were to cocky. More dark figures emerged from the shadows, all carrying spelled weapons. Ghost recognized the magical signatures – the same trafficking ring that had tried before, but better equipped this time. "Still after the wolf-druid heir?" Ghost's voice was deadly calm as he fired, his bullets charged with Maya's protective magic. "You'd th

Sector 6 in the real world was dark, but its digital counterpart, the Labyrinth of Illusions, was a blinding, chaotic nightmare of neon and mirrors. Marcus (DragonSlayer99) swung his massive silver broadsword, shattering a digital mirror that immediately reformed into three hostile, jagged wireframe constructs. "Keep moving!" Marcus roared to the Ghost Army, raising his shield to block a barrage of pixelated laser fire. "The General is out of time!" The Ghost Army was fighting a desperate, uphill battle. The Admin didn't use brute-force bosses here. The enemies were "Illusionists"—programs that duplicated themselves, altered the gravity of the zone, and created fake corridors that dropped pl

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!

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

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