Shadow Divers Novels & Stories

Obstacles that could be overcome, but how? Matthias stood still and watched as she continued down the path and noticed that she turned around again, seeking one last glance at him before she disappeared from view. He knew right then and there that he needed to win her over and quickly. He needed a plan to win her over. Immediately! There was no time to waste! Time was of the essence. But how? Pure and simple, manipulation. Manipulation. Reader Notes: Welcome to the world of Das Schatten, aka, the Shadows. The Schatten can turn into shadows and travel through walls and objects, unless they are bound with silver chains.

The wind was making her hair flying around as it slapped across her face. She was breathing hard when the wind was too strong for her to protect her face from the debris that was flying when the helicopter blades were buzzing her ears as Marina was closing her eyes. She did not know who was coming from the helicopter as her blood loss was making her dizzy right now. “We got you now. You will be safe,” the shadow said as Marina was closing her eyes. Then, all of sudden from the blood loss as well as the wind that was blaring her eyes, Marina could not keep her eyes open and the last thing she knew, she was claimed by the darkness.

The sensation of falling into a lightless void was a cold, rhythmic weightlessness that made Verina’s stomach turn, the central atrium of the Shadow Market had detached from its moorings like a severed limb, drifting downward into the jagged, unexplored trenches of the Atlantic, she clung to Silas’s sodden tuxedo shirt, her fingers locked into the fabric as the golden light from the obsidian ring pulse between them, providing the only illumination in a world of absolute, crushing darkness. The water around them was thick with silt and the iridescent violet blood of the "Archive" creature, but as the pressure outside the reinforced glass increased, the groaning of the steel ribs became a high

Dull shadows started to crawl over the scenes, depleting the dynamic colors of the Crystal Scope. Cassie’s assurance was immovable. “The adjust of colors is in danger.” Birch’s eyes checked the blurring tints, looking for the source of the infringing obscurity. “We must discover the cause and restore the dynamic harmony.” We taken after the path of blurring colors to a cavern covered up underneath the Prism Expanse. There, we gone up against a being known as the Shade caster, a animal of haziness that sought to quench the vibrant tones.

Elsa joined her while Aiden climbed his bike and they rode through the bridge down to the shore. Devina got down from her bike so quickly and hugged Tara highly. "So what's the strange movement?" Elsa asked looking at the sea. "i think the Chimera hideout is beneath the sea." Sharon said. "How's that possible?" Aiden asked. "There was a disturbance in the water and i dived in to see for myself, i saw the Chimera swimming into a tunnel but he opened it With his print." Sharon said. "It's a human?" Devina asked. "i can't say but for now I'll say a symbiotic association, it's a human and a sticky black organism, i watched them split into two." Sharon said.

Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow. Above officials are executives. Those are the shadows that have a quarter or more of the original inside of them. Below officials are commons and they are pretty average on all accepts. Under that are the odds, which are shadows that are weaker, but have odd abilities, like making things grow or making people laugh. There are also darks, which are like Nick's shadow. They possess a dark quality and crave blood, carnage, or violence.

"And Vane doesn't take prisoners. He erases them." Damian didn't answer. He couldn't. Admitting the likelihood of her death would break the fragile resolve holding him together. Ping. The doors slid open. We weren't in a basement. We were in a cavernous, concrete bunker carved into the riverbank. The air smelled of gasoline, wet limestone, and the dark, churning scent of the river. Bobbing in the water of the subterranean dock was the Silver Ghost. It was a hydrofoil. Forty feet of matte-black carbon fiber, sleek as a shark, with engines