The Shell Seekers Novels & Stories

​The Shallows groaned as the first needle-pod slammed into the exterior pressure hull. The sound was like a tuning fork hitting a crystal glass—a high, sharp ring that made the bioluminescent fluid in the Curator’s tank ripple violently. ​"Breach in Sector 4," the Curator’s voice remained calm, though its holographic face flickered with static. "The Exiles are not using conventional boarding tactics. They are phased-matter signatures. They are walking through the steel."

Rey announced, her voice filled with conviction and excitement. Lucius turned to face Rey, intrigued by her proposal. "What do you have in mind, Rey?" Rey took a deep breath, her gaze steady. "There is a group known as the Seekers, a nomadic hermit tribe of humans who specialize in collecting and preserving ancient knowledge. They may possess information that could shed light on the missing pieces of this puzzle. If we seek their assistance, they might hold the key to uncovering the truth." "That may be our best shot, if anyone may have more information then it may as well be the Seekers", replied Orion.

Charlotte didn't realize that the world didn't revolve around her. Those who insulted Enzo and her could generally be divided into two categories. The first group was Enzo's enemies, mostly from rival packs or those who eyed his Alpha position. They wanted to use this opportunity to create trouble for Enzo and wear him down. These people weren't much weaker than Enzo in ability. They were like a pack of hyenas lurking in the dark, watching intently, and would never pass up a chance to bring Enzo down.

Also, the warp of the underworld died, the flesh was cut and the rain to the survivors. Blinded by the extraordinary light of the explosion, they retreated, nailed and placed. Saucer-shaped eyes. The smell of blood added to the excitement of anticipation and enraged Ragnar's beast. He jumped out of hiding. Instead, gunshots spit death. He fired at the pursuers. so close to each other For the most part, Shell has found a home. Sometimes they make themselves by breaking through dense pieces of meat… Another objective. Screams of pain mingled with the fury of the animals.

"These aren't normal Seekers. They move differently." On the screen, four large men draped in black armor were walking through our security lines. Our pack guards—strong, experienced wolves—were throwing themselves at the intruders. But their heavy claws and sharp teeth were barely leaving a scratch. The attackers didn't even flinch when they were hit. Their bodies were glowing with a sick, green light that looked exactly like the poison from Julian's old lab.

Elara shouted. The cellar doors burst open. Leo and the sentinels flooded the room, grabbing the remaining vials. But the damage was already done. Across Aethel-Luna, hundreds of shifters were deep in the "King's Echo," their minds drifting toward the silver sphere in the distant city.

His piercing was on his right ear which was opposite to Sean's. The last man, Kian, didn't speak and just played with the leaf in his hand. He looked much like Sean except that his hair was cut shorter, some of the blue hair falling against his right eye. He looked bored and sleepy. His piercing was right on the side of his left eye. "We're hunting a Black Shaol that escaped the Dark Forest here in Krystalline Academy," Sean began. Jucel's eyes narrowed. "The Black Shaols are easy to spot on. Why would you need my help?"

He ran blindly through the steam, praying the heat would confuse their thermal sensors. TIME: 11:45 HOURS. LOCATION: THE SAFE HOUSE. Ren burst into the shipping container, slamming the heavy metal door and locking it. He slid down the wall, gasping for air, clutching the bag of medicine to his chest. "Ren!" Maya cried out. "You're soaking wet." "They're here," Ren wheezed. "Seekers. Micro-drones. We have to seal the vents." "Micro-drones?" Kara dropped her laptop. "If they get in here, they'll map the room and call an airstrike."

“Yes.” A cold silence settled over the room. The kind that arrives before bad news. Before disasters. Before worlds change. Ash glanced between them. “Okay, somebody explain before I develop a permanent headache.” Nobody laughed. Elara climbed back onto the bed slowly. For a second she seemed tired. Not physically. Emotionally. Like someone who had spent too many years carrying frightening information. “The Seekers were created to find the Gate.” My pulse immediately sped up. The Gate. Again. Everything always led back to the Gate.

I asked. “You’re not sleeping out here alone. We will take shifts. It’s not just bears in the woods, Tasha. There are wolves, coyotes and other predators,” Sebastian said. I sighed and moved back against Sebastian who wrapped his arms around me. “Thank you.” “Can we try to sleep in bed tomorrow? The ground is hard.” I smiled softly as I closed my eyes. “Maybe.”