Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

“Gave you a family. Gave you purpose. A reason to live. And yet, here you are, throwing that same purpose for the sake of the same man who gave you one,” “Do you know my name, Lady Bianca?” I asked, diverting to a topic that would suit my narrative. She shrugged with the answer. “Malia,” I corked my brow, waiting for the rest of it, but her eyes were clueless, holding no more answers to my question. I smirked. “Sombra,” I whispered. “You know what that means?” She still stayed quiet, and I smiled even more. “It's a latin word for shadow. I have survived all these years not because I am under Daemon's protection. But because I am never seen,”

Isabella. I shuddered at the cool connectedness of the person's voice, and I looked from the corner of my eyes to see a figure looming in the shadows. "Who the hell is this punk?" Bulky number one said but the edge could be heard in his voice, wait! He was scared? I almost laughed at the possibility, but I must say the shadow guy's voice did give me the chills. Shadow guy walked towards us slowly. I could feel the strong and intimidating aura coming from him. who's this guy? Was he part of the Mafia?

A voice rang, Sorrena growled and instantly became a wolf, a giant-sized beast, jason saw a shadow moving towards them, the mist seemed to clear for it, then it came into view, It was a man, tall and lean, eyes that had irises that shone as black as dye, an evil look that seemed to radiate, he had pale skin with a short beard and bald head, he gave jason a blank look with a smirk at the left part of his mouth, "So, you're the one that's been making the light gods active?, a shame to die here" he said, He was the carbon copy of tafrel, his cloak seemed to shimmer in the sun, the mist hung tightly to his back,

A cloaked figure was sitting alone in the back of the local pub, if you could call it that. His eyes were silver, and immediate giveaway that he was a Schatten and Viktor sensed his desperation. He was ripe for the picking and he knew it wouldn't take much to take advantage of this lonely sapling wallowing in his despair. Viktor approached with two mugs of watered down beer, knowing that the alcohol wouldn't impair this Schatten but it would be a friendly jester.

She’d never seen anything this out there, and for her this was like night and day compared to what she’d grown up with she began to slowly back up and said “This is a mistake… I don’t belong here.” She would have kept going if she hadn’t backed into a brick wall or at least what felt like one. It was their security man he said, “They won’t hurt you I promise.” Angel asked cautiously “And, I should trust you why?” what he did next shocked her. He pulled at the back of his collar and showed her the tiny tattoo of a cross at the base of his neck. He said simply “Because we’re both one of Antonio’s.” If he’d hit her, he couldn’t have shocked her more, out of all the things she’d expected to find

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.

The only light in the room was a bare bulb hanging from its electric wires, and it was sent swinging, throwing dancing shadows across everything. Emily's attention snapped over to see what the commotion was, and she found two men standing the doorway, framed by the aged wood. At first, she could only make out their silhouettes in the darkness, and a hint of features as the light swung their way. Then they moved more fully into the room, and she got a clear view of them.

Gad declared. "Theodore, it's your turn" the shadow man beckoned on Theodore. Theodore stepped forward and pierced his finger on the sword as well. He put a drop of blood in the bowl. The water swirled and turned gray. They all looked at the water on shock. "What does gray mean?" Fife asked tentatively. "half human" the shadow man replied. "What! How can it be? Theodore, did you know anything about this?" Theodore shook his head.

"I know you're in there." It's not Marcus. Relief and terror hit me at the same time, and I don't know which one wins. The shadow steps into view, and I see him. Not Marcus. Not Darius. Not anyone I want to see right now. It's a man I don't recognize—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair slicked back by rain and a face that's too calm for someone standing in the middle of a war zone. He's wearing Blackstone colors, but he's holding something white in one hand.