Shadow Divers Novels & Stories

"We have three hours to turn that control tower into our forward outpost. If the Cross Syndicate wants a clean-up operation, we'll give them an absolute graveyard." ​Ten minutes later, the heavy iron launch gate deep in the bunker’s sub-level groaned open. ​The reinforced steel maintenance boat dropped into the churning, black water of the flooded drainage shaft with a heavy, echoing splash. Vivian sat at the helm, her hands locking over the throttle as the twin-diesel engine roared to life with a deep, subterranean rumble that vibrated through the hull. Julian sat in the bow, his rifle resting across his knee, his eyes fixed on the narrow, dark tunnel that led upward toward the surface sea.

Shiloh shot upward toward the surface. Yet, just as hope returned, something unexpected happened. From within the whirlpool, a thick tendril of waterweed shot out, wrapping tightly around Shiloh's leg. Then, with a violent tug that even Andrew could not resist, she was yanked down into the darkness and vanished into the depths of the vortex.

The strange man sighed and folded his hands behind him. "My name is Xavier",he said and bowed his head a little at her. "And I'm a Shade" Layla frowned. A Shade? What did he mean? "Shadow warrior",Xavier said when he noticed the confusion in her eyes. "I'm a Shadow warrior, from the bloodline of the Ancient Shades. Shades are rare creatures who have the ability to become invisible, manipulate shadows and travel through time and space. Even into people's dreams" Layla's eyes flashed. So that's how he was able to get into her dreams, she thought.

Spills out. I sink onto the log. And I shatter. It's not pretty crying. There's nothing delicate or graceful about it.

Odhan agreed. "What is this procedure you talked about? Will it hurt her in any way?" Darius asked Odhan. "This procedure is called shadow cloaking. It can be done with all the shadows. If I cloak myself with another person's shadow, no one can see me cloaked inside that shadow. Only the shadow would be visible. But Melanie is still invisible, no one can see her as well. This procedure needs practice and only a selected few can do it" Odhan explained politely. "Ok, you better bring her unharmed" Darius warned.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

KIRA The Hollow does not fight in daylight. We move in the hours when honest people sleep and the world is too dead to hear our steps. That night was no different. The air was cold, the sky dark and heavy. Our boots made no sound on the dirt. Our faces were hidden under black hoods smeared with ash. Serana said no one who survived would ever know who we were. It was meant to comfort us. It only made me feel smaller. Shame stuck to my skin like sweat.

It widened just enough for a person to slip through, revealing a narrow passage beyond that shouldn't have existed in the building's ancient architecture. Xalara hesitated only a moment before the first impact shook her door. She squeezed through the opening, which sealed seamlessly behind her, leaving no trace of its existence. The passage was pitch black, but the floor beneath her feet was smooth and sloped gently downward. She made her way blindly, guided by instinct more than thought, as the sounds of pursuit faded behind her. The air grew progressively cooler, with an earthy dampness that suggested she was descending below the slums, into foundations that predated even the oldest struct

But instead, I felt a warm, sticky substance wrap around me like a shroud. As I opened my eyes, I realized with a jolt of terror that I was swimming in a sea of blood. The liquid was thick and viscous, making every stroke feel like a struggle through quicksand. I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled by the blood, which seemed to be filling my lungs. I felt myself being pulled down, deeper into the crimson depths. As I descended, I saw twisted, nightmarish creatures lurking in the shadows. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their skin seemed to shift and writhe like living darkness, Apex predators.

He opened the door and stepped into the shower where I was. "It must such being short." He smirked. "I'm fun sized, don't push it." "Fun sized?" He arched an eyebrow wickedly. "Yes I'm-" Before I could even continue I accidentally pushed the shower, turning it on on us. My eyes widened at the mistake as I watched how the water began to highlight the sculpts of his body through his light linen shirt even more than I could imagine. The blood ran down our clothing like the Niagara Falls as we stood there.