Stalker Novels Novels & Stories

They stood with military precision. The filthy rags sloughed off their shoulders, falling into the toxic sludge of the loading bay to reveal the sleek, matte-black armor beneath. High Council Stalkers. They had embedded themselves in the dying perimeter packs, waiting for the dome to crack, waiting for the anomaly to step out of the light. The lead Stalker stepped over a cowering, skeletal woman. He didn't draw a blade. He raised a heavy, silver-salt containment rifle, the barrel humming with a sickly purple charge.

he said and I replied with a short and simple, “It’s my work” He sat near Lily and started patting her head while I moved outside to get intel regarding the situation last night. I am sure the stalker is from a powerful mafia organization and his connections are good as I had not been able to gather much about them. The security guards were already there so I thought to freshen up a bit. I went back to Lily's home, had a bath and then rode my bike to reach a certain place. This was a bar where all the mafia’s were evolved and I had to mask up my face to remain unidentified.

Not until I felt it. A ripple in the air. A presence that wasn’t there before. And then I knew. The Dread Stalkers. They were Zerathos' hunters. The realization sank into me like an endless out. Dread Stalkers. The creatures that fed on fear. That grew stronger the more their prey panicked. That meant they weren’t just attacking. They were waiting for us to be afraid. They could sense the fear and then more they picked us off the more that fear grew.

Those horrific, disgusting bastards needed to pay for what they’d done. “All of the people affected were young…” Phillip began, with a timid expression on his face, “…and they had their whole lives ahead of them. All of these murders were done in the same city, and drugs are connected to each of these murders.” He broke off his sentence, shaking his fists angrily. “The very city in which the Russian Mafia own their corrupt enterprise, Indigo Limited. The very city where they conduct their operations!” “Boss, I understand,” I mumbled.

​Suddenly, the invisible ghosts were outlined in white powder, skeletal figures made of dust and malice. ​"Now I see you," Leo growled. ​The Silver and the Stone ​Elena didn't need another signal. She erupted from the shadows of a supply crate, her silver molecular blades humming a low, deadly tune. She was a whirlwind of precision, her blades cutting through the Stalkers' pressurized suits. Every time she struck, a hiss of filtered oxygen escaped, followed by a spray of dark, synthetic blood. ​But the Stalkers were relentless. They didn't scream; they didn't retreat. They fought with a clinical, hive-mind efficiency, their plasma blades carving glowing orange lines through the dark.

The Master AI blinked, projecting the route. << ACTIVATING ROUTE GUIDANCE. DISTANCE TO BIOLOGY RESEARCH CENTER: 5 KILOMETERS. >> << ROUTE: THROUGH SLUM AREAS CONTAMINATED BY 'PEEPER ZOMBIES' (NEW VARIANT: 'STALKER ZOMBIE' – HIGHLY CUNNING, MOVES WITHOUT SOUND, SENSITIVE TO WI-FI SIGNALS). << Warning: High risk of falling into the 'Silence Trap'. >> Stalker Zombies? Wi-Fi signal sensitive? Bima frowned.

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”