Scooby Doo Diver Ghost Novels & Stories

Gone into the deep blue water, probably drowning. “Stop!” the henchmen yelled from the sub, but Dave ignored them, his strokes getting faster. He finally reached the sunken submarine and grabbed the edge, panting like a man possessed. He looked around, desperate. Then he pinched his nose, took one last breath, and dove under, chasing a ghost. Carl finally released me, shoving me so hard I almost fall into the river. Chris’s hand shot out, yanking me back against his chest. We stumbled, and I crashed down on him, my hair falling in his face.

I look up at the ceiling as the water bubbles behind me. “Father, keep my people safe.” I say when I turn to look at the tank of water filled with exotic fish when I’m hit from behind. I gasp and look down to see a harpoon sticking out of my side. Blood gushing, I turn to look behind me to see a diver, the last one alive it would seem when I move, ripping it out of my side. I scream before I throw it and it hits him in the chest. I stagger back and trip backwards as I enter the water. I sink, knowing I can’t shift. I try to swim up but I can’t. Fuck!

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

"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 The contract isn't just null and void, it’s been archived, and you’re the only piece of bad debt left on my personal ledger."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.

Down here, the only sounds were the rhythmic drip of unseen condensation and the soft, deliberate scuff of his boots on slick, slime-coated concrete. Three nights. It had been three nights since the "Blood Bounty" had lit up the dark web, painting a bullseye on his back visible from every shadow-corner of the globe. The first serious contenders had arrived, and they were everything the intel had promised: silent, professional, and lethally equipped. They called themselves the Ghost Divers, a name whispered with a mix of fear and reverence in the wetwork world. They were Tier-1 operators armed to the teeth with a bleeding-edge "Mimic" active camouflage system, a technological marvel that bent

Where had she seen him? She could not help but wonder if this creature standing before her was really human. He looked like a living sculpture perfectly sculpted bringing out his exquisite facial features, making him look like a demigod. Her eyes involuntarily stared down at his sexy abdominal muscles as her naughty self was already drooling for those abs that she could never get tired of staring at those sexually alluring chocolate abs and as her eyes kept trailing down, appreciating those works of art, those perfect muscular abs of his, her eyes immediately widened as though they were about to pop out from their socket when she saw his. . . . . Oh Lord! He was. . . . . . He was NAKED!

"If you die, I’m taking the phone!" "If I die," Leo yelled back over the roar of the water, "tell Meilin I finally learned the value of a dollar!" The Ghost in the Water Leo dived. The water was a tomb of freezing salt and debris. He fought the current, his fingers screaming as he clawed at the mechanical debris jamming the massive pump blades. As he wrenched a piece of reinforced rebar free, the pump groaned back to life. But as the light of his waterproof torch flickered across the bottom of the tank, he saw something that stopped his heart.