Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Arlet seemed angry on the outside, but her face was piping hot after getting into the subject. “Come on! Ex-husbands are always better! Wes lightly smiled. “You just don’t know how good these men are, Arlet! “You shouldn’t go for anything secondhand besides men! You just have to!” Then, Wes strolled toward the balcony with a smile on his face. “What do you think of that man, Shadow?” A hidden figure walked out from a remote corner. It was a young man whose entire body was pitch-black. “Unfathomable,” he replied, nodding lightly.

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.

I could taste metallic blood in my mouth. All I could see was the face of a man running towards us, or maybe I was dreaming. We have a man in our sights. Though his light was so bright. Had I died? Was I in heaven? With all I’d done in life, I couldn’t be there. But still, his actual face, the light that surrounded him.... It was like we were in two different worlds. Him in the light and me... I watched his angelic face as slowly the last drop of energy faded, giving way to darkness. THE END

I say. "Yeah. That's where all of our research was headed. He keeps himself pretty well hidden in his mansion here." Tyler says. " But maybe not hidden enough." Tyler says suddenly and he pulls me by my arm around him so that he is in front of me and I see that black shadow approaching from the gates. The wind started picking up and it was getting unbearable at this point when Angelo came running out of the house. He saw what we had been facing and he says that this is not good. The witch of shadows. She's dangerous.

“Did the Shade escape?" Man made light couldn’t kill a shade, not like the UV rays of the sun, but it still produced an impenetrable barrier, so fending them off was as simple as keeping your lights turned on and avoiding dark corners. But a Shadow Man, someone who’d been taken by a shade? Sure, you could kill their human host as easily as the next human but that just forced the unharmed shade out of its dead flesh and into the next closes body. Yours. If you were lucky enough to to be too far away or surrounded by light the shade would disappear into the shadows, lurking there until the next poor soul ventured within reach. It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how th