Dream Of A Shadow Man Novels & Stories

She was still as radiant as on earth. “Where is Malikul?” “He is not here,” Shadow answered him while yawning. The man lifted his hand, hesitantly doing so. “What do you want from me?” Her eyes were still on the sky above. “I…” The man stammered, his brain was working extra hard to state his wish. Slowly, he lowered his fingers. It quivered a little midway. “I just want…” His eyes followed his fingers rather keenly, watching it land on the smooth skin.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to know you’re okay.” “Nothing will ever be okay.” “Why not? It can’t be all that bad.” “You don’t know…” “Is someone trying to hurt you?” “It was a onetime deal… Nobody was supposed to get hurt.” “Who did you make the deal with?” I asked with more authority in my voice. “I can’t.” “At least tell me your name.” “It’s not important.” “I can help you.” “You can’t! Just leave me alone…” -=- I woke up with a start. I didn’t expect to see the shadow man in my dreams ever again, but there he was, asking if I was okay. As if he really cared about my well-being.

If I could move my lips I would have shrieked in its shadowy face. Even still, there was a small voice in the back of my head that whispered, you deserve this. This is what you get when you turn on your friends. You have only yourself to blame. “Such a sad little witch, all alone. I hear you crying in your sleep. I see what you hide. Let me ease your pain, your guilt. Let me devour you.” the shadow man whispered, and in my grief his voice was strangely soothing, but I knew that’s what he must have wanted because his fingers continued to trail down my throat. His touch was firm, possessive. “Give in to me as all the others have.”

A soft kind of ache. At some point exhaustion pulled me under. And of course he was waiting. Not Aaron. The other one. The shadow man who had been slipping into my dreams. His shape was blurred at the edges, impossible to hold on to. He stood near the bed, tall, half smoke, half man. His features were unclear, yet the weight of him pressed against me as though I already knew him. His hands burned into mine, a strange mix of threat and recognition. “You came back,” I whispered, though I did not know why. My voice cracked, small and pleading.

I smirked. This past year, I realized something. Whenever I'm in trouble the shadow man showed up. I never sees his face cause whenever I tried to he vanished. But not only that! The blurry man in my dream and the shadow has the same voice. They even had the same presence and big impact to me. Frightened never left me till now, I only convinced myself to be brave and sturdy. As for now. The present time. I am now talking to workers for what they should know and do more if possible. We still have a lot to fix and we have less time. It's also good that we're bounding so that they won't hesitate when I approach it to make the job easier for them.

I glanced over my shoulder, but the alley was empty. Keep moving, I told myself. It’s just your imagination. I quickened my pace, my heels clicking against the pavement. The footsteps followed, faint at first but growing louder and heavier. They weren't mine. “Stop.” The voice was low and guttural, almost a growl. I spun around, my heart lurching into my throat. A man stepped out of the shadows, his face obscured by the hood of his jacket. “Stay back,” I warned, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

I could not even cover myself with the speed of the Doctor's throwing. Shadows appeared in bands and in solid black that deflected the silverware. The utensils hit the ground and I heard a series of clanks. My mouth gaped open when the mysterious shadows appeared to save me again. Just where did those bands of black come from? They are not from me, right? I am not the one producing the shadows, I convinced myself. That is impossible, I am not capable of something supernatural. My dreams were just dreams, they could not be true. I did not stop the fireball earlier either. "You saw those shadows, right? Those are from you. You are supernatural, just like the man you encountered earlier in the

I reach out, and as a shadow finger presses against the shadow of the nearest crow, it moves, as if affected. “I can see it,” I gasp, grabbing Arthur’s hand. The vision intensifies, their true forms becoming crisper, and cleaner within their projected shadows. I try to reach out again with my shadow form, but the crow’s shadow moves again, blinking away from me just as I am about to grasp it.

But as I walked away visibly emotionless, I couldn’t shake the image of the woman in the scarf, sitting in the shadows, watching me like she already knew me. And I had no idea that she was about to change everything.

Pedro shook his head in disappointment. “What’s it gonna take to break that man’s ego?” Pedro mumbled to himself. Everyone he knew would kill to get their hands on his sister but Hugo was immune to her charms. If it went on like this she would never become the queen of the city and his dreams of having a private army of mercenaries would never become a reality.