Stalker 2 Ghost Enemy Novels & Stories

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.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Not letting her be a lot distant from him. "So what's your game here, Stalker? You claim that you own me yet you don't want to show who and what you are," she mockingly said, hiding the nervousness she's feeling. As much as possible, she did not want to convey to him that he had a strong effect on her. She continued to back away to get away from him but she almost screamed when in the last step, she tripped and lost her balance. She was expecting the floor to be her downfall but got very relieved when the soft bed caught her body.

“Sixth floor!“ Scar shouted, sprinting slightly so he could ride the elevator with Ghost. They both got in and Scar punched the sixth-floor button. Ghost ran a hand through his jacket for his gun. It wasn't there. He did a double-check, but nothing. “Fuck!“ He cussed, recalling he left it in his hotel room. Camilla was being fucking annoying with her clinginess. He needed to get away from her as fast as he could. And he'd forgotten to take his gun with him. “What's wrong?“ Scar asked, eyeing him closely, “You need something?” Scar was his wingman and the second-in-command in his growing division. Always at his service, like he should be. “No,” Ghost replied. He checked for his dagger and yea

"Along with Tadhg Walter and Cadell Brian are enemies, too dangerous, a little careless will be completely destroyed. I still leave miraculously! As long as I hide from Crocodile Swamp outside the starry sky, no one can find it me!" Within the scope of god, the power of The Phantom Bandits, one True Ghost looked up at the sky inside each True Ghost, completely destroyed the phenomenon, in the eyes of the strange man flashing into a light from disappearing on the spot not met. A lavish palace inside. One of them sprouted eighteen twisted skulls, ten thousand miles tall, and ten thousand strange tentacles sprouted all over the body. True Ghost flashed a complicated light in his eyes. "Tadhg Wa

He stood perfectly still, his back to them. As they approached, he turned. His face was a featureless mask of smooth gray stone, yet his eyes were unmistakable—yellow, glowing with the malice of the Void, identical to the eyes of the Stalkers. ​“He’s not a Stalker,” Dave whispered, his hand hovering over his blade. “He’s... a vessel.” ​The figure moved, not by walking, but by shifting through the air, his movements erratic. Then, a second figure emerged from the fog and a third.