Stalker 2 Ghost Enemy Novels & Stories

He pushed me on the ground, Just when he took out his belt, a gun sound filled the small alleyway and he screamed, falling on his knees. The stalker was behind him, his brows were furrowed and I could feel the rage emanating from his body. I shifted to a side of the alley and covered my hand around my thorn sweatshirt, two men in black suits followed behind the stalker but kept their distance, one held a chainsaw saw and the other a can and a lighter. “I warned you and your crew, I told you what would happen if you went near Elsa.” The stalker’s voice makes a shiver pass through my entire body. They knew each other, Of course they did.

The air filled with smoke and the sharp smell of gunpowder. Lena moved to cover the side table again. “I’m down two more. Boss, the left hallway is clear. Ruiz, you got the middle?” “Middle clear,” Ruiz answered. “We’re pushing them back. Marco, you better hope they don’t get you.” Marco sat there tied to the chair, his face pale. “I’m telling the truth. The Ghost is real. He’s been with Nikolai. He’s behind every attack. He wants you dead, Eli.”

Through the haze, he saw Ghost approaching, blade gleaming. Suddenly, the door burst open. Sterling charged in wearing a gas mask, followed by a team of masked operatives. Ghost spun, throwing something that flashed in the dim light. Sterling jerked back, red blooming on his shoulder, but his team opened fire. Ghost moved like smoke, impossible to track, but even he couldn’t dodge everything. A bullet caught him in the leg, another in the arm. He staggered, then crashed through the window, disappearing into the rainy night. “Secure the perimeter!” Sterling barked, helping Jackson to his feet. “Get them out of here, now!”

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

A group of opponents entered their site without their knowledge. “How are you, General?” Agent Ghost inquired, walking towards the higher official. The fierce eyes of the girl meet the innocent yet bold look of the General. “I’m expecting you to be surprised,” she added while wearing a sweet smile. The agent is holding her M27 Infantry Automatic Rifle across her chest while looking intently at the General, alert that every moment, the General might fire at her.

It was a claw made of gold and shadow. Damon emerged. Half of his face was gone, revealing a skull made of silver clockwork. He wasn't Damon anymore. He was a machine powered by a broken soul. "You think... you won?" the Damon-machine wheezed. His voice was a static mess of sounds. "The gate... is open. The Void... is here." The black liquid from the Dial began to rise, forming a giant, faceless shape. It was a Void-Walker, but it was bigger than any we had ever seen. It was the **Prime Stalker**.

The thirty red dots that had been branded into his small chest just seconds ago were gone, leaving only the bruised indigo glow of the ruins and the suffocating scent of ash-choking bitterness. “Recall,” a voice whispered from the depths of the fog—Elder Thorne. It wasn’t the retreat of the defeated. It was the clinical order of a scientist finished with a successful diagnostic. One heartbeat, the air was screaming with the high-frequency hum of necrotic rifles; the next, the Stalkers were ghosts, melting back into the swirling frost-mist without a sound. They didn’t fall. They didn’t die. They simply ceased to be an immediate threat, leaving behind a vacuum that tasted of rock-dust and copp

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.