Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

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?”

“Hahaha” Who is that? Fuck I know that it was the owner of this fucking shadow. “Show yourselves you freak! Fight like a true fighter! Not a pussy that was hiding through the shadow!” I shout in frustration. Slowly... The shadow disappeared and his true form appeared. A black man who has a big body and is wearing a black hood. He is grinning like a demon. And murmur. “Your dead hunter” What kind of creature was that?

None of them seeing the same as me. The shadow grows on the ground as it separates from a hooded, silent man. He doesn't take off his hood, but it's not necessary. As soon as he is next to Colton's convertible, his blue eyes sparkle with the brightness of the pole light over our heads, and Dean Rivers' features seem blackened and deadly when he raises his head. The eyes are deep, the cheeks highlighted, and the lips in an inexpressive line. Cold sweat runs down my spine when he stretches his arm towards me, and the talking men next to me shut up like death.

An hour ago, on a desolate land that stretched for dozens of kilometers at the territory's border, two ghostly figures chased after one another, and their speed was extremely fast. The person in front was a man in his forties who appeared fierce. There was a shocking scar of more than ten centimeters on his face, and he was holding a shiny bardiche, exuding a strong sense of bloodthirstiness. The other person was around twenty-six years old. He was handsome and dressed in a brocade uniform, holding a steel saber. One could vaguely see the words "Shadow Sect" carved on the blade.

He pushed off my chair, simultaneously moving both of us as another shadow was sent hurtling between us where we'd just been. 'Sombra, tame.' I told my shadow. 'Gladly.' Its dual toned voice responded. Shadows don't have genders. There's not really much about them to distinguish them either way, having a woman's and man's voice at the same time. Sombra was an ancient shadow with abilities like no others. Stronger than that of the first shadow weaver shadow. Sombra stopped all the shadows around us. They were frozen in time, unusable to anyone, but me at the moment.

He was waiting for me to break. Lorenzo stood there. A silhouette against the dim light, the harbinger of my undoing. He was a storm wrapped in silk, a shadow cloaked in the shape of a man, yet more beast than human. His presence consumed the room like a black hole pulling me into a darkness I couldn’t escape.

When the light catches his face, I notice he has short dark hair, neatly trimmed with a fade on the sides, with a well-grown beard that frames his jawline. “You will have your money soon.” The shadow man growls. Moving back into the shadows like that’s where he belongs. “Wait. That wasn’t the deal. I appreciate the money, but I was hoping that maybe we could discuss business with you…” “No,” the shadow man says. His voice is low and dangerous. “Please. Tell—” A growl rumbles through the cabin. “I said no, pup!” The word echoes off the rotting walls with a force that chills me to the bone.

I felt hopeful that regardless of the hells fire within me, I could resist the urge and stay within the light. I look out into the bleak weather, my eyes drifting to a dark Silhouette in the distance. I couldn’t make out any features, the rain distorting everything, but I knew that it was the strange man that I had met in the woods. Lysander.

Even the man’s eyes were filled with evil and lust as he continued staring at Michelle. “A shadowman!” Alex was startled upon identifying the man’s identity. Furthermore, this shadowman was the lowest of the low, who was specialized in stealing Yin from women. Since Michelle practiced Slunce Jauda, her Yin was strong. That was the reason that the man had his eyes on her.