Dive Mirror Novels & Stories

Chapter 10 The shower he had was refreshing and he felt reborn, Adler left the glass shower with a satisfied smile on his face and a towel tightly hanging on his waist, accompanied with steam and heat from the glass enclosures. He was about to grab his other towel to dry his wet, dark hair speedily dripping endless tiny droplets but then realized that he had given it to his fiancée earlier because she was cold, and he had nothing else to think of giving her.

“I don’t care who lives there as long as she has a decent bed and have working spare parts. This sulphur tank still eats me Nostrils away.” I breathed deeply, chipped the muscles and laid the palms on the central Resonance crystal. The emerald green light pulsated dull, damped by the heavy steel armoring. “Travel gondolas on descent position”, I ordered. “Sure the hatches. We dive ‘ I ripped the copper levers back. The steel coils tipped over the enormous Rocky bay of the continent and sacked down into the salt bed in a steep sinking flight.

snapped Ian before glaring at his programmer and saying, “You there! Show us what he’s seeing!” Nodding in response, the programmer quickly accessed the cameras that had been installed into Zivon’s diving suit… but to their surprise, everything was white! Was that smoke? Quickly putting two and two together, Ian got up and yelled, “Damn it, he’s in trouble…!”

Kai walked up to the pulpit while Miera stood by the side watching with a slight smile on her face. “Take the covers off Kai,” Miera said and Kai peeled off the red cloth. “What is this?” I asked as the last covering fell off revealing the rest of the human sized mirror. Miera turned to me. “This is a mirror of time.” she said.

The descent into the lagoon was a transition into a world of heavy: crushing silence. Killian and I sat within the specialized diving bell: a sphere of reinforced quartz and silver mesh that Julian had engineered to withstand the atmospheric weight of the abyss. As we lowered past the floating foundations of the sanctuary: the electric blue of the surface water faded into a deep: bruised violet. My Tempered Heart beat with a rhythmic: vibrant sixty beats per minute: but I could feel the external pressure trying to find a flaw in the liquid silver of my coronary arteries. The solar enzyme in my blood was a steady: internal glow: casting a faint gold light against the dark obsidian walls of th

she said, "one of you will have to enter the inner vault alone. The artifact is within. Bring nothing with you but what you need. Then return." Diva's throat was parched. "And if we fail?" Mira's eyes were firm but gentle. "Then we fall back into darkness." Diva stood before Derek. He still had on the guard's armor, sword at his side. She saw the ache in his posture, the desire in his eyes. "And I am for you." They were quiet while light constructed a barrier between them. Then Mira lowered the spell. "Go," she commanded. Diva turned, heart heavy, and rode east.

he repeated. “I will remember your teachings.” Fred leaped to his feet and said, with an impish smile said, “Come with me.” Supporting him by the arm, we descended to his basement store, which had rows of shelves. In storage was his collection of hundreds of artifacts. There were the usual compasses, porcelain, paintings, statues, and rare stones. In the second row, he paused and picked up a mirror. “What is this?” “The Kami Mirror. Or the God's Mirror. It is a mirror encrusted in rare metal.“

"Didn't I tell you the day before that I made an appointment with a diving coach? We should make a move around 10:00 am." Marvedis' waters were clear and deep blue. There were specially developed diving spots where they could see fishes and coral reefs around 100 feet below the surface. It was one of the main attractions of the island. Miranda had heard of it before coming. She was slightly scared when she thought about the feeling of suffocation and the pressure she might feel. However, her fear was overcome by her longing for and curiosity about the ocean. So, she agreed to try it with Winter. Dave Turner, the coach they made an appointment with, had a good reputation around that area. He

Outside, the world was a nightmare of obsidian water and violet fire. Kazimir stepped onto the Dorsal Hull (the top surface of the submarine). Above him, seven miles of water pressed down with enough force to turn a tank into a pancake. His boots, equipped with Electromagnetic Soles (magnets used to lock a diver to a metal surface), clanked against the titanium skin of the Sparrow. The Divergent (the corrupted, zombie-like Architect) was waiting.

“So she’s like Alessia.” Alessia ignored him, gaze fixed on the underside fins. “And those?” “Sea mode,” the engineer said. “When you dive, the wings fold and the fins deploy. Luminous shields adjust for pressure. You won’t be crushed unless you do something incredibly stupid.” Rian squeaked. “Define ‘incredibly stupid.’” “Open a hatch mid-dive, overload the core, charge directly into a maelstrom, and anger an ancient sea warden,” the engineer listed calmly. “Any of those.”