Blink Shell Novels & Stories

My face is on fire, the fucker used a wolfsbane grenade on me. “Arggggh!!!!” I growl out in pain as I get back on my feet. I can't see, my vision is blurred, fuck this isn't good at all. “You weren't expecting that were you? The wolfsbane was a little gift from Shelly, she wasn't happy about how you locked her up and left her all alone.” He says. “So once a rogue, always a rogue, taking the cowards way out instead of fighting me like a man.” I say trying to taunt me so he would attack me, my vision may be compromised but I can still hear.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

As she was carried away, she also called out for help. Little Brindle witnessed everything that unfolded, but her focus remained on the seashells she spotted. Her face lit up with a smile as she quickly opened her bag and packed all the shells inside. "I will make a lot of money from this," she said happily. After packing the shells, she noticed the little girl struggling in the water as the waves carried her away. One of the shells was getting swept away by the sea, and Brindle quickly swam into the water to grab it.

My vision blurred more than once, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Until suddenly— A horn. One long, deep note that silenced everything. Even the fire seemed to hush. The enemy froze. Then, as if they had all heard the same invisible command, they pulled back. Just like that. Retreating. Vanishing into the trees. Leaving us broken, bruised, and blinking in the smoke. I stood there, breathing hard. Sweat and blood mixed on my skin. “What the fuck was that?” Galen asked.

Ami took a step back as the shadow grinned, revealing rows upon rows of sharp, crooked teeth. Ami stared in horror as the shadow raised its right arm, it's claws shining in what little sunlight there was, and in a blink of an eye it brought it down striking Ami and sending her crashing into a thicket of bushes. Ami breathed shakily as she got up from where the bushes, feeling the burn of the claw marks that now marked her skin. She had but a few precious moments before the shadow screeched, sending shivers down Ami's spine. Ami spent little time standing around and bolted from the soft know the hunt had began and that she was the prey.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Briella sat before her laptop, the dark screen glowing with a white dialogue box. [@]: “This is all I could find. Looks like it’s related to the Shadow Division.” "Got it. Thank you." [@]: "Be careful. Shadow Division’s no joke. I’m logging off." "Mhm." Briella closed the laptop and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Shadow Division... connected to Trent? Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Iron Blade’s number.

“They’ve got a net now. Looks like fishing gear until it bites. They call it Basilisk Mesh. Woven with tempered silver and moonbloom resin, edge-laced with powdered hawthorn. Pops from a canister, blooms midair, and if it wraps you… you don’t move. Not you, not your wolf friends. Regeneration stutters. Nerves sing the wrong song.” The shop listened. I could feel it—that subtle leaning-in the place did when something mattered. My jaw ached from clenching. “And?” I asked. “Rounds,” he said. “Glass-bone. They hit, shatter into hooks. You can dig all night and they still leave splinters behind. Tinctured with ash for you, wolfsbane for them. They aren’t discriminating anymore.” My throat went dr

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

For the first time, I realized the shard wasn’t just a tool—it was an extension of perception, almost a partner in battle. The mist thickened, obscuring our vision, and the Bindings adapted, using illusions to split our attention. I felt a tug at my chest as the shard pulsed faster—danger close. A massive Echo-Binder lunged at Dren from the shadows. Without thinking, I thrust the shard forward, creating a dome of protective energy that threw the creature back. “Lana!” Kael shouted, moving to support Dren. “I’m fine!” Dren yelled, staggering but safe behind the protective dome.