Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

I got her part down and now the weird old man says the Realm is full of shadow and I don’t need to use mine to do what he did To achieve this feat I need to visualize taking a part of that shadow around me, rolling it up like a ball and flatten its surface— I made it happen but the density of the platform I made is weak, hella weak. Instead of wasting his time I got on his shadow platform and it slowly got up to the mountain Our climb to the mountain was amazing, felt like I was floating. Shadow Manipulation is something else. We got to the top of the mountain and it’s flat. I find out there are a few people there and the top has chairs and shelters for people.

he responded, his tone filled with concern. In that moment, Natasha's mind swiftly traveled back to the night when she had been attacked. She vividly recalled how her vision had cleared from the haze of alcohol, as she witnessed a brave young man valiantly fighting off the robbers. His courageous act had compelled him to snatch the pistol from their grasp, forcing them to flee. But what remained etched in her memory was the profound impact of his captivating eyes, which had instantly bewitched her, giving birth to a singular emotion she could only define as "Love at first sight."

Then, out of the darkness, a figure stepped forward. At first, Thomas couldn’t see much—only a tall outline cloaked in shadow, like a specter emerging from the night. The figure moved slowly, deliberately, their presence commanding and unnerving. Thomas’s heart pounded harder, adrenaline flooding his system. His mind raced, trying to identify who this person could be—was it Samantha? Or someone else entirely? The figure’s silhouette was tall and lean, cloaked in a dark coat that fluttered slightly with the breeze. Their face was hidden beneath a shadowed hood, so Thomas couldn’t make out any features.

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

“No, I promise. I only heard it from my brother yesterday.” The suspicion in his eyes vanished. He bent over his work again, voice dropping to a rasp. “They’re the shadow people. Deadly. They kill for sport.”. “Please, what are they?My brother….” He shook his head, looking at me in pity. “No one involved leaves the Ombra Nera alive. It’s not a dance club. It’s a mafia, bound by blood, loyal to each othher, ” he added. I recoiled sharply.

The old man called out to me. Turning my head to the old man, he had a look in his eyes, he wanted me to do something. “I want you to pick one, male or woman to train with you.” The old man said. “Perché?”(Why) I asked, turning my attention back to in front of me. “Con l'aiuto dell'Ombra della Morte in persona.” (Having the help of The Shadow of Death herself) The old man said. I could still be sleeping, it was only 11 o’clock but why not show these men why they should fear women. Giving a slight nod nod the old man walked away leaving me to stand alone.

A towel wrapped tightly around his hips. A bare torso, well defined muscles. Droplets of water beaded across his chest. My eyes grazed over every inch of skin on show. Drooling inwardly, I was quivering. He lifted his hand and ran it through his hair. “See something you like?” He smirked.

“I don't have to accept anything. As far as I am concerned you are just a low-level demon, that can't hurt me.” The smile on his face faded, he took a few steps towards her. His coat trailing behind him as if the wind caught it. “You better watch that tongue,” he growled, threatening to come closer to her. “Your Grandfather is an example that I am real. Test me again human and your best friend. Ah..... what was her name. G. Hm Gabriela? Ah yes, you see I have a demon working Gabriela as we speak.” he giggled to himself.

ck out. I felt myself falling against his chest, still fully naked and tender. Dear Jesus, do his hands and touches feel like euphoria itself. I was so focused on him that everything else had cleared from my mind. I began to relax further into him, until I was pulled into a deep darkness. An image of a large shadow stood before me, somehow clearly visible in the darkness. 'Seems you've cleared your mind enough to meet me in person.' Umbra almost laughed. The humanoid shaped shadow figure was large and bulky, almost similar to a tank-like man. Somehow I could tell it was smiling even though it had no facial features. Their arms were crossed in front of their chest.

The icy chill she left behind soaks into my skin, making me shiver violently. "It wasn't real, Alanza," Sombra says, her voice low and dangerous. "It was a trick of the mind." I whirl around, my heart leaping into my throat. A man steps out from behind a massive oak tree. He doesn't look like a wolf, and he definitely doesn't look human. He is hauntingly beautiful, with golden hair that seems to glow even in the dark and eyes that shift from a deep, piercing blue to a predatory crimson. He moves with a grace that makes the shifters look clumsy.