Dream Of A Shadow Man Novels & Stories

"I failed." He brought her hand to his lips. "I won't fail again," he vowed. "No one who touched you will survive the night. I will find this Shadow Man. I will find Ryan. And I will make them pray for the mercy of death." Outside, the moon went behind a cloud, plunging the city into darkness. Somewhere in the shadows of the Rogue Lands, deep in a cave illuminated by green witch-fire, a hooded figure watched the broadcast on a cracked tablet.

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

A couple of times, when she had awoken from one of these dreams she had thought she heard a voice, low and rough, almost a growl threading through her consciousness like a warm breeze, but she could never remember what the voice had said. She had told herself time and time again that they were just dreams, but she could never bring herself to speak to Ben, or anyone about them, something told her not to. But these dreams had presented themselves to her at least once a week since the first one.. And then the foundations of her world had fallen apart and her future was suddenly a mystery, since then Eden had these dreams every single night, over the last few days she was sure she had seen this

“So I’m your shadow now?” Damian stepped closer, eyes sharp. “You’re under my protection. There’s a difference.” The room seemed to shrink, his presence pressing in, heavy and undeniable. For one terrifying, intoxicating moment, Amara wondered if the danger wasn’t outside at all - but standing right in front of her. The man cleared his throat. “There’s more.” He tapped the folder again and slid another photograph across the table. Amara’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Damian.

The darkness had tried to claim us, but standing there in the arms of the man who held my sky, I knew the absolute, unshakeable truth. The shadows had finally been driven out. And in their place, we had built an empire of light.

If only the contract that had seemed so perfectly designed to avoid emotional complications hadn't somehow created exactly the attachment he had spent decades avoiding. Shadow magic responded to his emotional state despite rigorous mental discipline, creating patterns across his study that reflected inner turmoil rather than controlled purpose. For the first time in recent memory, Elaric Nox—the war-happy tyrant of the territories, the ruthless shadow lord who struck fear into border raiders and political opponents alike—found his legendary self-control inadequate to the challenge confronting him.

“I will extract every last scrap of humanity within you and once you have been taken by the darkness I will end you.” Yet her promises sounded hollow, her threats weak even to her own ears, Vanadine thought and he disregarded them with disdain. He leaned in close, smelling the mixture of rot, mushrooms and diseased flesh that made her natural perfume, with disgust. “You know why I still come here?” He asked, whispering in her pointed ear. “To remind myself of what I must never become. To remind myself of what happens if I let the darkness win. And to pity the thing that once was my friend,” he added. “Goodbye, Horann, I will not be returning again.”

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

It was soft at first, hesitant, but then it deepened, and all the fear, all the uncertainty melted away, leaving only the two of us, caught in a moment that felt both inevitable and forbidden. When I woke a few hours before dawn, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. I rolled over, my heart still pounding from the events of the night. But as I turned, something caught my eye on the nightstand a small, framed photograph. I reached for it, my fingers trembling as I lifted it to the light. It was an image of the man I had seen earlier, the one who looked so familiar. But this time, I noticed something else a symbol engraved on the frame, one that sent a chill down my spine.

Taking long, deep breaths, it is several moments before I can blink away the sensation of falling through nothingness. "You were lost in the space between worlds," as he speaks, my mind shows me visions of darkness and light swirling and churning, destroying and creating new life. "We were lucky to get you back before you could unleash more primal darkness." Releasing primal darkness? "The shadow creature in my dreams--it wasn't a dream, was it." "No dear niece," he confirms. "The shadow you dreamed was quite real. Too real." "This doesn't make sense," I shake my head, pulling back the covers and sitting up straighter. "How can any of this be possible?"