The Shell Seekers Novels & Stories

“We need more than blades and wolves. You need protection. Knowledge. The temple is not a place for the living.” “What do you suggest?” I asked, already bracing. Marcus pulled another item from a leather pouch - a shard of obsidian carved with what looked like a fox, a snake, and a flame. “There’s a seer still loyal to the old line. She’s hidden in the Gloamwood, east of Frostmoor ruins. She doesn’t answer to the Council. Only the Moon.” My heart jumped. “You want us to seek a prophecy.” “No,” Marcus said. “I want you to survive one. This woman… she doesn’t offer answers. She reveals costs.”

One after the other, they stepped out, their furs matted in blood and their mouths foamed like a rabid beast. The Seekers. I recognized those eyes, their unique furs and their size from stories told to me by my mother. “Caine, “ I whispered, measuring the distance between us and the car and calculating our chances of survival. “Stay behind me,” Caine barked as he took a defensive stance. I wished he knew who they were. How could he not? “Caine, we can’t. They’re the pack of Seekers,” I blurted, clinging onto his shirt. I noticed his defense drop instantly. His eyes scanned the wolves properly, and he finally understood.

“My dad was her guardian.” Kane’s eyes widen as I look at him, but he quickly looks away, “Do you know where they were going to look for food?” he asks, and Tank sighs. “There is a town not far from here,” Tank says, looking at Shelby. “But there have been hunters nearby, so they told us to wait here.” Loki inhales sharply as he starts a fire to warm Shelby and Tank up, “We can go look for them today,” Finn says, looking at Kane and he nods in agreement.

The group emerged from the corridor shaken but determined. The first seal’s chamber was as awe-inspiring as it was foreboding. At its center, the glowing orb floated above an intricate pedestal, runes swirling around it like a protective barrier. “Looks like we found it,” Marcus said, though his tone was wary. As they stepped closer, the air around the orb shimmered, and a deep rumble echoed through the chamber. From the shadows, a massive figure began to take shape—a Sentinel, its body made of jagged stone and twisting shadows.

She packed close to the warehouse when she saw Nelson standing in front of a small door. Little did Amanda know she was followed by two camera men who had identified her Car the moment she sped towards the back. Amanda stepped out of her car and felt flashes of light on her face. She quickly turned to the direction of the light and immediately recognized both shutterbugs from before. She couldn’t tell why those guys were on her tail but, she was very determined to find out. She walked over to where Nelson was and went through the single door with him. They climbed a flight of stairs and seconds later, they were inside the company.

Trinidad emerged, a defeated expression on his face. "There's no one there," he explained. "What do you mean, there's no one there?!" Ma'am Raine exclaimed. "I searched the area, checked every room, but it's completely empty. It's quiet," he explained. Lorjeon quickly opened his laptop again and typed rapidly. "But the tracker is pointing exactly here..." Lorjeon trailed before looking at us. "Shit! It looks like they caught on! They intentionally left the tracking access active just to lure us here!"

The request for "The Silence" did not come from the former billionaires or the industrial titans; it came from the poets, the theoretical physicists, and the trauma survivors. They called themselves The Seekers, a loose collective of "Old Humans" who found the constant, empathetic pressure of the 60-hertz hum to be a form of "Cognitive Overcrowding." They didn't want to return to the "Silent City" of the Nevada Void—they didn't want the "Grey-Soot" or the lead-poisoned air. They wanted the Garden's protection, but without its prying, violet eyes.

I playfully elbow him in the ribs. “Oh sorry, I guess I am a bit nervous.” The tips of his ears start to turns a puce as his eyes study room. There were hundreds of people in front of us. Not just parents, but Hunters from all over the world. They have come to see what the new recruits are made of. They have been here all week watching and studying us in the hopes of recruiting us into their teams.

If I am not having nightmares of Silisks, that guy’s face will take his place. ‘Let’s continue, Nalu. We have to get to your mom.’ The Kelpie was shivering, but he still wrapped him water mane around me before plunging into the gaping hole on the seafloor. What I saw before us was utter chaos. Several warships were attacking the sea monsters, and it was a glowing frenzy. When we arrived, we were just in time when we saw the arthropod sea creature and the goblin shark crushing one of the Atlantean ships. It suddenly exploded that sent Nalu and I back. Our knockback force was halted when the sea leech caught us with its slimy body.

Armor protects him from the forest and the spell imbedded within his palm connects with his treasured beast, granting their sights briefly. The hounds that are circling the site have their stomachs glow with a catalyst rune that looks like an all-seeing eye. This eye is connecting to all the lower joints of the heart seekers and the veins within theirs. A coloration begins to shape into the same bleak eye as butcher. All at once, the heart seekers eyes turn into the same hue and pupil shape as Butcher’s orbs. Each and every seeker darts their eyes from the distance that they are at, looking over yonder, pass trees and even clearings. One mutt sees three figures approaching the sight from the