Shadow Divers Novels & Stories

She challenged. “We are Shadow Dwellers.” He spoke. “I am Daniel. Drake sent me.” “What the hell is that?” she said confused. “Drake from school? You’re joking right?” “No Ivy, we’ve been following you around since you moved here, to make sure you are who you’re supposed to be.” He spoke. “We see both shadows and whites, do you know what those are?” Shaking her head, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Right, so you four are from the nuthouse. Guess what? Get out of my house!” she growled shaking the knife at them.

Ava placed the reason too late. “Penny, no!” It’s too late now; she heard Passerini’s voice in her head. She couldn’t stop Penny as she charged towards the source of the cold spot. A shadow golem. The worst of the worst. At the same time, another horde of shadows came at Ava, cutting her off from Penny, both locked in a fight for their lives. These shadows were stronger. They were not fragments like the ones Sven could create. These were originals. They could have only come from one place.

They were both afraid for what's to come, out of nowhere. It would be a hungry animal in search of food or a deadly monster who's waiting for its prey. Both of them hope it was just an assumption. “Suppleret nos lumen tuum.” Falla cast a spell as she waved a piece of stick on thin air and a blinding ball of light appeared up above them. It brightens the area close to them. There, a dark hooded figure stepped out of darkness to reveal itself. Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel.

Lukas and the others looked up while the rest killed the remaining Aswangs. And from above, a gigantic sphere of shadow appeared, swallowing the skies in whole. Lukas swallowed. He had never felt this kind of distress before. A pair of feet appeared, descending from the orb, and then the knees, followed by the wolf pelt that covered the groin and buttocks of the pale skinned entity. Until his finely detailed chest and muscular biceps followed, and a face outlined in dark red hair. A skeletal hand of a child hung around his neck.

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

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.

If he said the shadows were defensive, maybe she could trust that. "Let's try something different," Levi said. He moved to the cavern's center and gestured for Winter to join him. "Shadow melding. It's one of the most useful techniques for staying hidden or moving undetected." Winter approached cautiously. Vex's gaze tracked her movement, his gold-green eyes reflecting what little light existed. "stand in that shadow pool," Levi instructed, pointing to a patch of darkness near Winter's feet. "Let yourself feel its boundaries. Its depth."

**The Shadows Den...** The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.

Night Shade informed politely. “Time for what?” the timid man asked in fear. “How many?” Chris ignored the man and asked Night Shade. “7” “Perfect” Chris stepped back with a sinister smile “The camcorders attached to the bottom ready?” “360 degrees without a flaw.” “Begin" Chris gave the order and walked up with everyone else other than Night Shade and a few of the subordinates. Night Shade and his subordinates were suited up in diving gear. They buckled themselves to the seat and sealed the roof of the deck before they began to operate the contraptions.

Beneath the Waves The icy water pressed in, dark and suffocating, blocking out all light. Through the murky depths, Kyle’s voice crackled faintly: “Reactor core... is fifty meters down...” Suddenly—movement. Shadows shifted beneath us... cold and deadly. They were waiting. An Underwater Ambush Out of the dark, stealth combat drones swarmed, circling like metal predators, their blades gleaming under the dull emergency lights. Damien surged forward, striking fast, disabling a deadly blade-drone with one brutal strike, forcing it into retreat.