Stalker 2 Ghost Enemy Novels & Stories

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

He glanced at the dim cave entrance and threw a punch forward, unleashing an intimidating force. Boom! The punch was sharp and terrifying, sending shockwaves through the air. The other two were startled, sensing something dreadful lurking inside the cave. Adrian's attack had clearly provoked whatever was hiding within. Roar! Roar! Suddenly, furious, inhuman roars echoed from the cave as a ghostly figure emerged. It was surrounded by a black, eerie aura filled with dreadful energy. The old man was stunned, realizing this was a Human Ghoul at the Divine Stage. He was horrified to discover such a terrifying presence hidden within the cave. The shock was overwhelming. Adrian had drawn out this c

A deadly psychopathic smile. It only took two blinks of an eye for Alexander to be right in front of the two assassins. His left hand grabbed Ghost-2's throat, lifted him high into the air then crushed him until the man's neck broke in one deadly squeeze. His right hand punched Ghost-3 in the face, smashing his bulletproof titanium combat helmet flush with the agent's skull. In ten seconds, the most advanced stealth unit designed by the world's most expensive military generals died into cheap meat scraps on the ice of the Caucasus.

My fist pummeled into hardened balls and my jaws tightened. Taking a moment to collect myself, I pondered on everything I had gotten so far. The Ghost apparently is someone close to me, my aunt's husband-an aunt whom I never even knew existed up until two months ago. Launching various attacks on my men and factories in Russia, he is out for revenge, and he won't stop until he gets his bloody revenge. A slow knock punctured the stillness of my room. A maid timidly walked in, bowing her head slightly.

Lily inside her bedroom takes scissors and brings out all Evelyn’s pictures in her album she uses scissors to slice them into pieces and she burns it while Evelyn stood and watch her burn her pictures. “ I wanted to kill you by trick before but now I see trick doesn’t work for you, when you return I will kill you myself. “ must you get everything I am interested in? I met Manuel first but he didn’t look at me for once instead he took you from branch to headquarters and I remain in branch company.

[Feral Ghost- Elite rank] Level 21 EXP-4000/12000 HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-390 STR-130 DEF-55 DEX-11 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Unique) Stealth(Disaster) Dark Vision(R) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Shadow Blades(Elite)] Ten minutes later, I find myself standing in a vast cavern. There are even more tunnels leading elsewhere. The area is so large that a few hundred people should be able to commute here in no time.

--- At the heart of the valley stood an altar—ice-covered, cracked by time, and carved with the same sigils Aria had seen on the Obsidian Wolf’s remains. It pulsed faintly beneath the snow. The fragment was beneath it. As they approached, the wind roared back to life. But this time, it wasn’t whispering. It was screaming. Figures emerged from the snow around them—ghosts made of frost and memory. Shimmering warriors with hollow eyes and spectral weapons. Some wore Crescent armor. Others bore the marks of Kael’s old enemies. All were dead, and yet all were here, summoned by the fragment’s corrupted influence.

"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.

I could just tell he would be a coward, for him to stay in hiding just to fire a bullet. A few minutes later, two of the men dragged someone out from behind a false wall panel. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, skin slick with sweat, eyes darting everywhere but at me. Ghost stepped forward, a predator closing in on prey. “Thought you could hide, huh?” Ghost’s voice was a growl. He didn’t wait for an answer before his fist connected with the man’s jaw, the sound of impact echoing in the room. The guy stumbled, groaning, blood already gathering at the corner of his mouth.

A palpable sense of magic was at play, but it wasn't within my expertise to comprehend. The surroundings shifted, and I couldn't discern whether Stasia had transported us to another part of the forest. Regardless, the four of us now stood surrounded by Pictorian wolves, with none of our comrades in sight. Questions swirled in my mind – how had Stasia orchestrated this, and what kind of sorcery was at play? The unsettling uncertainty loomed, and the absence of our allies only intensified the sense of vulnerability in the face of an enigmatic adversary. "Stay alert; we're still in the same location; she possesses the Ghost Eyes ability," Rukky's mental link reached us, accompanied by an eerie