Boondocks White Shadow Novels & Stories

“Signal Ghost. Tell him to use the Pennsylvania decoy route. Make it look like an ambush.” Zayn types quickly. “Done.” The team we hired is ex-military—mercenaries with no allegiance beyond money. I don’t trust easily, but Ghost’s crew are ghosts for a reason. No trails. No names. No mess. As the second feed flickers online, we watch headlights appear in a secluded part of the Appalachian highway. Two semi-trucks, loaded with Dante’s merchandise. A black SUV intercepts them. Tires screech. Men shout.

He put his boomerang and flute into the pocket of his oversized wind breaker. Shadow put on a skin mask giving him a scary appearance with a bald forehead and an inch deep scar on his right brow. His nose was slightly twisted to the left with a piece of his upper lip missing exposing his teeth and upper gum. He put on his hat. He took his retractable bow and arrow and the scanning shoes and its paired display watch. The trio walked out of the wardrobe looking like a group of hoodlums. Ed and Denis looked at them and smirked “Still got it!”

Silence filled the air, and he added, “Can you help me? Whatever that’s happening to me is totally… bizarre.” He felt the weight lift from the bed, and the air in the room grew colder. “What are you doing?” Evans inquired, his gaze still at the ceiling. “For you to understand whatever that’s happening to you… you have to accept me.” The shadow’s voice dropped. Evans’ heart quickened as he lowered his gaze. Nothing was before him, but he could feel the shadow’s presence. “I don’t understand?” “You don’t have to.” Before Evans could react, the shadow lunged at him, and Evans’ eyes widened. Darkness crashed into him, and his breath was held. Something cold yet burning spread through Evans, maki

"We move now to Lot 42—The Descent into Shadow, an oil on canvas, circa 1784. Opening bid starts at fifteen million dollars." Across the grand floor, fifty yards away near the south archway, Gabriel Cross stood beneath the shadow of the marble pillar. He had a fresh glass of scotch in his hand, his eyes locked onto Julian's back. Julian felt the heat of Gabriel’s gaze burning through his velvet jacket like a brand. Without looking back, Julian raised his numbered paddle into the brightly lit air. "Fifteen million to the gentleman in the primary box," the auctioneer called out instantly. "Do I hear twenty?"

I lay there, trembling, tasting blood, my body aching, but it was my heart that felt shattered beyond repair. As darkness slowly pulled me under, one thought echoed in my mind: he chose her. I woke up in the hospital; no one was around, but the pain I felt had subsided. ‘How did I get here?’ I asked myself; just then a nurse walked in. “You are awake, Mrs. Adams." "The doctor said you should rest and you still need to recover. I will be right back." She said as she stepped out. As I sat on the bed, everything my sister said replayed in my head, and Cole’s betrayal

My head is pounding behind my eyes which are starting to shake just like my knees. “Excuse me.” The shadow announces before walking right into me. Once again, I am watching from behind my eyes as I get into the bed and under the flimsy covers. Once it is done, the shadow comes out but this time he is a floating mass of darkness with two glowing white eyes. “You… you helped me earlier.”

I whisper, my voice barely audible. No reply. I sit up, my heart pounding, trying to get my bearings. Then I see him, standing at the door, his silhouette barely visible in the dark. “What are you doing?” I ask, moving closer. “Listen.” At first, I hear nothing—just the creaking wood beneath my feet and the distant moan of the wind. But then I catch it: a faint sound, like branches breaking under the weight of something… or someone. “Take it,” Shadow says, still staring out the window.

Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white. Sierra’s call came in halfway down the road, and she sounded panicky. “Roy, the candle we lit for Melanie in the church is flickering for no reason. I think it’s about to go out. Can you check it out? I’m worried.” Roy slammed the brakes and replied, “I’m heading back. We’re not traveling down the mountain tonight.” Observing the anguish look on Willow’s face, Roy changed his mind. He saw no reason to let Willow have her way.

They bowed their heads slightly out of the unspoken respect they held for them as they walked by. Kael’s posture stiffened as a few of them stepped aside to give them room. He said nothing, though, and neither did she. The silence said enough. They crossed through the camp until the sound of murmuring faded behind them. Beyond the last row of tents stood the ruins of an old watchtower. That was where Shadow usually stayed, away from the noise, away from the rest. Smoke curled faintly from a small fire pit nearby. Shadow sat on a flat stone, elbows resting on his knees, speaking in a low tone to two rogues.

The Deadwood Crossings stretched before them like a graveyard of titans. Trees that had once reached toward heaven now stood petrified, their bark turned to stone, their branches raised in permanent supplication to gods long forgotten. No birds sang in this forest of the dead. No insects skittered across fallen trunks. Only the wind moved, carrying whispers that might have been the voices of those who had perished here centuries ago. "How far to the capital from here?" The Shadow Knight paused atop a ridge that overlooked the blasted landscape. His form seemed to absorb the twilight, stars glimmering within the darkness that composed his body.