The Shell Seekers Novels & Stories

He knows exactly what that means, the color drains from his face, the dungeon, a place nobody speaks about, nobody wants to see. A place reserved for people unfortunate enough to earn my personal attention hidden beneath the mansion lies one of the oldest magical artifacts in existence. An Ancient Truth Revealer Shell, cruel and very much effective as it doesn't ask questions, it drags answers out of people, the shell traps victims inside the worst moments of their lives and their greatest fears, their deepest regrets, darkest memories again and again and again until their minds break. Then they talk, everyone talks eventually and nobody survives their own nightmares forever.

“Yes, but let’s say that in this situation, the person you’re feeling is not a bear.” She raised her eyebrow. “You don’t have to be a bear to be a sleuth member. I have several humans in mine, and I can feel them. Anybody that the Alpha Boars and Alpha Sow view as part of their sleuth will eventually build the same kind of bond the existing sleuth members have.” “Oh,” I said, lowering my head to hide my frustration as doubt started to creep in.

I said, already heading towards it. As I approached the small creek, a glimmer caught my eye. At the water's edge, there was a shell. It felt like a sign—a memory of the doctor's assistant reminding me about Kim's severe allergy to shellfish echoed in my mind. Just by mixing some shells in the water I brought back, Kim would go into anaphylactic shock. I could regain control of my wolf, and no one would know what had happened. Shells were so common around creeks that it would be perfectly normal to take water that had traces of shellfish in it. My heart raced as I contemplated the consequences.

“We tried again after that. But the shell around you was stuck to the ground, like it had taken root. We couldn’t move it at all. One person even got his arm caught in the ichor. My chest tightened. “We were desperate. Ellan was about to cut off his arm to save him when the shell suddenly started shaking. Violently. Like something inside had snapped. The marks on our hands flared for just a moment… then went dark.” Her voice grew sober. “We thought… we thought you were dying in there. Then the shell pulsed and convulsed, sucking up the ichor around it like a living thing. It kept growing, bigger and darker. We tried every tool we had, but nothing worked.

“And now I’ve claimed it for the Seeker Empire.” Aya growled and kicked dirt at him. “You have five seconds to run.” Sari yelped and disappeared. I crawled out after him, rubbing my forehead. Aya climbed out after, muttering death threats. Lily, Brinn, and Sari waited in a clearing, all grinning like wild pups. “I think it’s your turn to be seekers now,” Brinn said smugly. Aya cracked her knuckles. “Prepare to regret everything.” “Oh no,” Lily whispered. “She’s making that face again.”

If we master it, even a basic one, we can get a chance to apprentice to one Warlock and we can learn many things from them. That's true Shell. Shell is a girl from a wealthy family in the village and their family has so many connections with Noble families. If you try to run to the Doom forest for yourself, you will be thrown out without hesitation. Even if you get killed no one can't stop it, even I can't help you out except for the Supremes. No one can't stop, don't try to run around here or don't make any fuss there. Did you all listen to me?

As hot as the sun was, it made the sand beneath everyone’s feet burn, but it also made the water warm. Sekora was in the water for about two minutes, when there was loud KABOOM sending water splashing over the beach, kids running and crying and parents also screaming and running. Sekora ran to see where the sound came from. Remember she is a really fast swimmer, so she was over to the spot within a few minutes of hearing it. Gordon followed her and he was actually able to keep up with her. That’s when they saw it, the pod. The pod was a white metal spherical object that had many strange symbols and slits that slid away if opened. “That’s the pod!” screamed Sekora excitedly pointing to the sp

The twelve days we spend in the Opal Citadel preparing for the Sunken Temple are a strange blend of domesticity and anticipation. During the days, we train. Thessia introduces us to a former temple raider named Jax—a grizzled Marshborn with gills along his neck and eyes that can see through illusions. He teaches us about the Tide Court's magic, about shapeshifters and curse-weavers, about how to navigate underwater passages without drowning.

I was trying to turn the Earth into a ghost—a world that the Source would see as empty rock. But as I began the weave, the first drones arrived. They didn't come in ships. they were biological shards—splinters of the Source that looked like jagged glass and liquid shadow. They fell through the atmosphere like meteorites, ignoring the heat of reentry. They were seeking the beacon. They were seeking Leo. Outside the bunker, the world turned into a nightmare of sound.

But me, I’m miserable. “She will return. You know that right,” he says and I nod even though I don’t believe it. I have kept to what she taught us about the fishing grounds and since the sirens left, we have kept doing what we are doing. The other fishing companies have also reduced their fishing. Since the world knows that sirens inhabit our oceans. No one wants a repeat of the attacks. “I know. Right, I’m going for a walk. You coming?” I say as I stand and move around the desk and grab my jacket before putting it on. Taking my sunglasses out as I put them on as I walk through the company and outside.