Scooby Doo Diver Ghost Novels & Stories

A cool drink of five fruits mixed with crushed ice in a tall glass was soon by her side, as she leant with her arm hanging over the side. As she sat there listening to the quietness she heard the faint sound of bubbles. She frowned: bubbles from someone’s air tank? She’d recognize that noise anywhere. Leaning over she saw the reflection of the torch, her audible gasp enough to wake the ghosts. A shiver of dread ran through her veins. Who was down there? And what were they doing? Leaning over, she realized that the diver, whoever he or she was, was surfacing near the steps.

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

Even Reaper and Sienna had relaxed, sitting on the edge of the holographic projector, watching the map. I looked at the global projection glowing in the center of the room. The massive, pulsing crimson dot over the Mariana Trench was entirely greyed out. Abyssal-One was offline. "You did good, Ghost," Dax said, walking up behind the couch. He handed me a canteen of actual, purified water a luxury we hadn't seen in months. He had showered and changed back into his signature heavy leather cut, his Phase-Knife strapped to his thigh.

After a pause, she seemed to remember something, "No, I seem to hear you say just now. What did you do to the Peacock tribe's sacred nun? Cooked it?" Alex nodded his head. Ynes immediately shrieked. Alex was really bold. No wonder the Peacock Clan was going crazy. At this moment, the ghost shark was activated and it was very fast, swimming towards the depths of the Endless Sea. But just then, there was a sudden energy fluctuation ahead, something burrowed out from under the seawater, and a terrifying aura pervaded. "What's going on?"

Turned his head just enough to look at me from the side. And he smiled. “I finally found the one thing the great Ghost Knife fears,” he whispered, like it was a secret gift. “Tell me who sent you.” I stayed silent. Jaw locked. Arms trembling. “One last chance,” he growled. Still nothing. The next second, my face plunged into the freezing water. The shock hit me like a bullet. I kicked, twisted, tried to scream, but bubbles were the only answer. My lungs begged. My mind screamed. Then he yanked me up. My coughs came out in wet sobs.

"The Archive offered me a seat at the new table, a place where the debt is managed by logic instead of a man with a savior complex and a blood-oath he can't even define anymore. The contract isn't just null and void, it’s been archived, and you’re the only piece of bad debt left on my personal ledger." As Miller’s finger began to tighten on the trigger, the water beneath his gunboat didn't just churn, it erupted in a massive, pressurized geyser of silver and black. It wasn't the Archive’s tentacles, and it wasn't a Thorne torpedo,it was the "Ghost of the Harbor," the diver in the obsidian-black exoskeleton who had saved Silas in the vault. The figure slammed onto the deck of Miller’s boat wi

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.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.