Romans & histoires Shadow Divers

I roared to the Tundra-warriors. ​Killian and the remaining shadow-shifters didn't attack the Arbiters directly. Instead, they dove into the "Sapphire Fire" below the walkway, using their shadow-forms to "Anchor" the gravity-wells. They were acting as human heat-sinks, absorbing the excess energy of the reactor so the twins could breathe. I saw Killian’s form flickering violently, his edges blurring into grey pixels as the reactor tried to "Absorb" him back into the system.

he says and I nod doing just that. Shadow opens the door and shoots something at a nearby building. He takes the rope and ties it around the top of the helicopter. He hooks himself to the rope and he slides down with ease. "No you guys can't expect me to slide down that," I say turning to Daniel and he chuckles "Well roza it's too late to turn back now" Daniel chuckles as he pushes me toward the open door. He hooks me onto the rope and I look down. We are way too high for my liking

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

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.

The waters of Trench Sector Nine were seven miles deep, utterly sunless, and cold enough to shatter standard iron like fragile glass. ​Deep beneath the ocean floor, inside a jagged chasm carved from raw obsidian and glowing dark-purple void-crystals, lay the dormant lair of The Sovereign of the Deep Void. ​Slicing through the crushing oceanic depths, the Sol-Imperator descended like an immortal leviathan of gold and black tungsten. ​Its double hull shone under the oppressive press of seven miles of water, surrounded by a three-thousand-degree solar hydro-shield that vaporized the freezing ocean currents into vast clouds of superheated underwater steam.

I had been shoved into the center of a war I didn’t start, forced to play a game where every move could cost someone their life. How had it come to this? By the time I started the car and began the drive back, dusk had fallen like a shroud over the city. The skyline glittered in the distance, indifferent to the chaos boiling inside me. Every stoplight felt like a countdown. Every turn, a question I couldn’t answer. When I finally pulled into the underground garage of the penthouse, I was shaking. My fingers were numb. I barely registered the motion of stepping into the elevator, pressing the button, watching the numbers blink by. The mirrored walls reflected someone I barely recognized — pal

"In and out. And we funnel the diamonds through the Prague route, same as before. Guns go south. Diamonds go east." Silence stretched between us. I could feel him thinking. Calculating. "We'll need new faces," Alessandro said finally. "Our usual crew is too exposed. Too many eyes on them after Madrid." "Fine. Find ghosts," I said. "Men no one can trace." His footsteps stilled. Then: "And the girl?" My fingers paused on the desk. The girl. Marina. The little chef with soft hands and a nervous heartbeat I could hear every time she stood too close.

This made me trust his professionalism. “We have here on the screen the map of the port. On the south side, in the darkest part of the harbor, they will anchor the ship. We will have to split up and position ourselves in several places to supervise and coordinate the action. We will use helmets to communicate with each other. Unfortunately, it will all take place at night, and I don’t think a drone will help us,” I explained. “I think we can use an infrared drone. Maybe it’ll give us some inside images. That way we’ll be able to see what’s going on between them,” one agent said.

she asked, and Alex gave a soft laugh. She sensed humour from him, and annoyance from Lukas, but both were almost drowned out by their wariness, and no small amount of fear. Lukas sighed softly, "Shadows can merge with other shadows, becoming part of them," he said, his voice still near a whisper, "And can move through them, from one to another, with little resistance."

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.