Stalker 2 Poppy Field Novels & Stories

deliberate. Her investigation led her to a small, secluded grove near the edge of the battlefield. There, hidden amidst the fallen trees and tangled undergrowth, she found him. Rhys. Not dead, as she’d initially assumed, but wounded, his eyes glazed over, his body contorted in an unnatural position. Beside him lay a small, intricately carved wooden box, its surface etched with symbols she recognized as belonging to the Shadow Stalkers.

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

Without hesitation, I pulled him through the portal and once we got to the battlefield he removed his hand from his head. "This place is a dump," he said as he looked around, he wasn't wrong exactly though. Where the battle was taking place used to be the city's capital, people used to come here to see the giant cherry blossom tree but now it's nothing more than a lifeless tree. The buildings have been reduced to rubble, the sky is always gray, and you could always hear someone's cry for help. I hate nothing more than the sights and sounds of war, I'm just glad my sibling never has to hold their friends in their arms as they drew their last breath or even the weeps of those you grew up playi

Just as she was about to come to terms with her insanity, Poppy’s voice finally entered her mind again with instructions. Go to your closest in your bedroom. Peel back from the right corner carpet and you’ll see a trapped door underneath it. Open it. I’ve already put some scent suppressants right at the top step. There is also a scent odor remover spray that you will need to spray when you leave and some sweats and shoes. First, take it then take a shower to try to fade out your scent. Afterward, go down the steps in your birthday suit and quickly shut the doors. Use the spray and then get dressed in those sweats. Take the tunnel until you reach the end. We will be waiting for you at the end

I haven't and I never will eat a human no matter what kind of evil deeds they have done, yuck. I almost fell down from the sky when I felt Poppy's aura close by, in the city actually and all the hunters seemed to notice as they tried to gather almost in the middle of the city where I felt our bond lead me to her. Both me and Tanya started to breath fire and ice to cut off all access to the middle of the city. I killed a lot of hunters and Tanya froze even more of them. When we suddenly heard Poppy in the mindlink shouting that there were bombs hidden in the city and it took me a second to comprehend what she had said when I suddenly noticed that I had set one of them off and I tilted my head

“Where the fuck is the heirloom–” “Take my mate and leave–” Poppy is trying to get out of the bed now, her expression twisted with pain and fear as the storm picks up speed, rattling the castle. The power flickers, then everything goes dark, just as Maddox and Antony start throwing punches again.

On the screen, her digital castle kept expanding, complete with towers, gardens, and something that looked suspiciously like a helipad. A few minutes passed in that fake kind of peace. Salma poured the juice into a small glass. I wiped the corner of Poppy’s mouth. Poppy rejected one piece of soft potato because “its shape has a sad aura.” “Do Grandpa and Grandma know I’m sick?” My spoon stopped in midair. I lowered it. “Not yet.” Poppy looked at me. Her eyes were green, wide, and full of moral judgment. Deeply unfair, since her face was still a complete replica of Sebastian’s, which meant I now felt like I was being condemned by a miniature version of my ex-husband in hospital pajamas.

I guess they might be right. “Perhaps there is a third option, behind Staceys house there is a pumpkin field. They are out of season. See if we can move the venue there.” a lazy smile works its way on to my face as I remember the first time Stacey and I found our way into the pumpkin field. “There is a hatch near the house.” I muse, knocking back another swig of whiskey before passing it to Pax. “It will be dark and Felicity won’t see it as a setup. We keep a few people on patrol in the area so she can slip through.” Pax handed me the whiskey bottle back as I took another sip. “That would work,” Hunter adds stroking his beard thoughtfully.

Without looking back, Poppy walked past the small tent, making sure her steps remained calm and silent. Poppy searched for Samantha and her group’s storage shed so she could place the rune she had stolen there. “Luckily I’ve been here before, so I don’t have to figure out where the shed is.” Poppy gave a faint smirk. Slowly, Poppy made her way toward the storage shed located near the kitchen at the back of the yard, quite a distance from the campfire and the main tent. Poppy glanced around to make sure no one was there. After confirming this, she moved quickly to sneak into the storage shed belonging to Samantha’s group.

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.