Stalker 2 Ghost Enemy Novels & Stories

My lips parted, but his gaze moved to my right, where he nodded at Barry. I turned to my man as he walked off to his usual seat in my office, my mouth opening wider. I turned back to the brown and cream-clad spirit. He was facing me, but his eyes were not reaching mine. I took a step forward. A ball was in my throat. The very air around him was off. I wanted to say something, but my vocal cords were blocked, time had stopped, and I just stared. Shaw found his voice first. “What the fuck are you doing here? Don’t you know what’s going on?” he shot at Jay, advancing three steps forward, getting in front of me, getting between the ghost and me.

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.

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

the Paladin Commander yelled in shock. He fired his plasma rifle. Instead of a standard golden bolt, the weapon discharged a searing, sapphire streak of phased plasma. It struck a Null-Sentinel square in the chest. This time, the kinetic force wasn't absorbed. The Origin-Code ripped through the anti-matter geometry, shattering the entity into a million harmless pixels. "The Ghost gave us bullets!" Jax roared, swinging his gear-axe as the rain hissed against his leather cut. "Push them back into the void!"

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

And then, just as the tide threatened to crush them, a second howl split the night. L-22. She was here. The Ghost Howlers froze for half a breath, then scattered, their orders clear: Do not interfere with the Circle’s primary unit. Through the parting ranks, L-22 emerged, perfectly poised. “You’ve run far enough, Mira.” Her voice was almost tender now. “The Ghost Howlers delivered you where I needed you to be.” The trap was complete. Behind L-22, L-20 stalked forward, its mutated frame even more unstable, oozing crimson vapor from its splitting joints.

7 caliber S&W with three bullets in its chamber, with just a little shake the ice on the items fell off. David leveled his Appraisal 2 times, but it still wasn't enough to use it on the stones, but he had patience. Mind blade leveled to 4, and at that point, it was easy to kill the low-level ghost that he encountered alone. While he was stretching in front of a house, he called his status. [Name: Haakon Völundrsson (???)] [Level: 3 (76 XP left to lv4)] [Race: Zombie (Ghost)]

The Monadikos were cornered, their numbers dwindling as the Cartel forces and the Ghosted advanced in unrelenting waves. Mikhail, battered and breathing heavily, clenched his fists as he surveyed the battlefield. His men were being slaughtered like animals. The Ghosted moved like wraiths, striking from the shadows, their blades cutting through throats, slicing through tendons, leaving nothing but lifeless husks in their wake. The Cartel soldiers advanced with brutal efficiency, their gunfire drowning out the pained cries of the dying.

My gun landed with a painful thud on the concrete. “Your friend’s too.” Ghost grumbled, scowling at me. He loved his Glock like it was his girlfriend. He’s like my cousin Hunter. They even had names for their babies. Ghost unwillingly tossed his gun down, eyes twitching with each thump it did against the stairs. “We’re coming out, okay? Please don’t shoot us.” Silence. I stepped forward, ready to sprint in case Alice went ballistic. She didn’t. She was too scared to do so.

Lord Valerius let out a choked sound of genuine terror behind us. They were grotesque. The Gloom-Stalkers were a fusion of pale, corrupted vampire skin and black, segmented chitin armor. They were the size of grizzlies, moving silently on eight skeletal legs that ended in razor-sharp bone points. They didn't have mouths; they had a mass of clicking mandibles, and multiple multi-faceted green eyes that absorbed the light. They were the perfect, silent stalkers of this forbidden dominion. And they were fast. One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius.