Shadow Divers Novels & Stories

Was he doubting his capability? To this Zieve replied," I would never doubt your capability, Joe. But, this man is a "Shadow". Shadow are those people whose identities are destroyed. Nobody knows about their real names, identity, families, and they have no data in the government files. Not even their creator knows about their real identity. Their fingerprints are destroyed and they don't even have an identification mark on their bodies. They are trained since their childhood and are mostly used as spies. They are made by old and big underground groups as it is an old practice. Even if you will check the data base of the whole country, you will not find the real identity of this man. That's w

Enzo, Sienna, and a small strike team crouched behind shipping containers, waiting for the signal. Through her earpiece, Sienna heard Luca’s voice. “Diversion’s in place. Diego’s men are scrambling. You’re clear to move.” “Let’s go.” Enzo whispered. They moved like shadows, navigating between containers until they spotted the shipment. Diego’s men were stationed in clusters, unaware of what was about to hit them. Sienna tightened her grip on her gun, exhaling slowly. This was it. “On my mark.” Enzo said to his men.

The earth underneath them gave way wide open, uncovering a bottomless void, whirling with shadows and malicious energy. Ethan got Lena's hand, pulling her back from the edge, but the ground kept on disintegrating around them. Draven, as well expended by his seethe, didn't take note of the gap until it was as well late. His foot slipped, and he wavered on the edge, his eyes broadening in panic. For a moment, everything hung in the balance. Draven, the abyss, their precarious survival. With a last, frantic shout, Draven dove into the obscurity underneath, his body gulped by the shadows.

"No more games. What are those things?" Corvin smiled, unaffected by the ruckus around them. "The Shadows of the Depths. They are attracted to hesitation. You give them your doubt, and they will eat you up alive." “Great,” Jax mumbled, sounding pretty bitter. “You couldn’t have said that before?” “I thought it was obvious,” Corvin said with a shrug. One of the shadowy forms lunged forward. Kade rounded on it, his weapon sweeping high and hard through the dark. The creature died, but another stepped in behind almost instantly.

INVERTING Y-AXIS. Beneath the streets of Coldwater, three descending Hell-Pods suddenly received a catastrophic navigation error. Their internal gyroscopes flipped. Instead of drilling up into the city, the pods violently angled downward, accelerating their drills at maximum thrust directly into the planetary bedrock, burying themselves alive miles beneath the surface. "Three pods neutralized!" I yelled to Dax. "Good work, Ghost!" Dax shouted back, laying down a suppressing field of explosive fire to cover Sienna as she danced through the legs of a Sun-Guard, her phase-knives leaving trails of blue light and severed hydraulic lines.

Roman said, his voice barely a whisper over the wind. ​"Submerged and ready," a voice crackled in his ear. ​From the dark water beneath the pier, four divers in black rebreather suits surfaced silently. They didn't climb the ladders; they used hydraulic grapples to hook the underside of the Valkyrie as it slowed to a crawl.

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

It creaked as it opened the sound echoing through the initial silence. Once in, the stench of decay and stale smoke hit us like a physical force, but I didn’t flinch. It was a labyrinth of half-light and clutter, the space filled with the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of metal. The men inside hanged around on tattered furniture or clustered around makeshift tables, their eyes immediately shifting towards us with a mix of curiosity and respect. Levi, the boss of this dark haven, stood apart from the rest. His bearded face was a canvas of scars and shadows, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating intelligence that had earned him his place at the top.

‘Ok, if you really want me then do something for me, drop that towel around your waist and model a bit for me, nothing turns me on like a nude man’ She demanded cooly James hesitated for a moment and before she could say anything further he dropped the towel to reveal his manhood. Emma starred at him as he modeled around, words failing her. This was not what she was expecting. Looking at him and his size 10 shoe she was expecting a heavily endowed man but there he stood dangling his small dick. She quickly pushed her disappointment aside reminding herself that she was not there for pleasure. Forcing herself to smile she moved and circled her arms around him, James took that as appreciation a