Dream Of A Shadow Man Novels & Stories

It was then that he materialized, emerging from the shadows like a ghost from the past—my brother, Dylan. Dylan, with his dark mane and piercing gaze, stepped into the moonlit arena with an air of malevolence. His presence sent ripples through the dream, an embodiment of the unresolved conflicts and familial complexities that lingered between us. In the dream, he wore a cloak of darkness, the embodiment of my struggles and the shadowy specter of my past.

Shadow replies, his voice low but steady. “That much is obvious.” The man sinks into a battered armchair, eyeing us like pieces on a chessboard. “But I won’t help without something in return.” “What do you want?” Shadow asks cautiously. “A vow.” The words fall like a stone into water, sending ripples of tension through the room. “No.” Shadow stands abruptly, furious. “You know I won’t do that.” “Then there’s no deal.” The man shrugs, seemingly indifferent. “You can face Caleb on your own. But you already know how that ends.”

The mysterious man curved his lips with his hand held out to Ann, "I said I know what happened to it." Ann ignored his hand: "Fine, what happened to it?" The man just sat there smiling at Ann with his hand held out. Ann sighed as she took his hand, watching him print a kiss on the back of her hand softly. "The name is Damon." The mysterious man grinned at Ann, "May I know your name?" "That's not important." Said Ann frustratedly, "So, Damon, could you help, or not?" Damon laughed, shaking his head: "The real question is, do you think you can get The Shadow out from your coven's tight watch?"

It’s about to be a war like none we have ever seen. Shadow’s POV: I know I heard Shawna Screamed my name from behind the door as I banged on it. I looked at the camera that was hidden in the corner of the door. I know she is in there I could feel it. I didn’t care who saw me, I allowed Rane to come forward. I used my foot to kick in the door. Nothing was going to stop me from getting to Shawna. The door flew off its hinges with three kicks. I saw two old men that looked human but not quite. They must have been dabbling in magic, sad they don’t know what they’re doing is unnatural and they will pay the price. But I hardly cared at this point I could smell Shawna’s scent strongly in here. I gr

My men stiffened, already preparing to shift in case of an attack. A cold, unnatural chill swept through the clearing, snuffing out the warmth of the fire without even dimming its light. The hairs on my arms rose, and the men’s breathing turned shaky and ragged. A ripple of darkness peeled away from the trees. It wasn't a figure or a man. It was a shadow, unattached to any object, gliding, stretching, bending, and folding in on itself like smoke without air. The Shadow had arrived…My true and only master.

The water appeared cleaner somehow, its blackness transformed to merely deep blue, its perfect reflection now allowing normal ripples as he walked across its surface toward shore. Serena waited where he had left her, her violet eyes widening slightly as she beheld his latest transformation. The bone framework within his shadow-substance now glowed faintly with multi-coloured light that shifted in patterns reminiscent of choral harmonies. "Another trial completed," she observed dryly. "You collect them like a noble collects titles. What spiritual property have you incorporated this time?" "Perspective transcending mortal limitations," the Shadow Knight replied, his harmonic voice now carrying

“You’re asking me to become like you.” “No,” he said simply. “I’m offering you freedom. From this life. From him. From the endless running. Help me, and I’ll make it all disappear. The debts. The threats. The blood. You and your friend will vanish into a new world. One where no one can touch you.” I stared at him, trying to see past the mask. To find something human in his eyes. But there was nothing. Just ambition. Ruthless and consuming. “And when you’re done with me?” I asked quietly. “What then?”

He took another chug of his drink, “Do you have any suspects?” “I know the shadow had something to do with this but I don’t think it was fully, at least not directly. The shadow even though crooked is a simply being. He wants to eat and hence gain power. He’s not the type to care about the consequences, if he did, he found someone else to do it for him.” “So you think there’s a middle man?” “You see, that’s the problem. I used to think he only had one middle man, that is, the one in charge of the soul trading but I have theories that makes me think that there’s something bigger than this, more conniving.”

Like every other night, Jacklyn woke up from her nightmare. The same dream, The same strange people, The ones she'd seen for almost all her life. She got up from her bed and put on the table lamp. The florescence light evolved the room, "Another night, another nightmare." She sighed to herself as she got up and stumbled to get water. Her study table was still filled with unfinished works from last night, The cup of unfinished already cold coffee was still there.

Almost there. But as she neared the exit, a large shadow emerged from behind a stack of old wooden crates blocking her path. A man stepped out of the darkness with unnerving calmness, as if he had been waiting for her there all along. Claire stopped so suddenly she nearly stumbled. Her eyes went wide as she recognized the figure standing before her. "Arthur?" Her voice came out hoarse, barely audible.