Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

It was cold and hard, but a warm crack glowed with a faint light. I looked up. To my eyes, he was a tall man, maybe six-foot-three. He was dressed in all black, wearing some kind of mask or hood that looked very artistic. The coolest part was the glowing decoration on his chest, like a special effect from a sci-fi movie. 【WARNING: Player Ava has touched the S-rank Boss ‘The Shadow Lord’s’ ‘Soul Scar.’ This is a fatal wound from a past betrayal. Touching it means instant, murderous rage.】

Dark clouds gather in the sky, shrouding the shore. My eyes are fixed on the lone cog approaching, paddled by a mysterious figure, its mast bearing a singular sail adorned with a skull. The air is filled with the sound of water splashing and gurgling. As it edges closer, I hold my breath. When the cog grinds to a halt on the sand, the sky clears, revealing the figure. The man wears a dark robe, his face hidden by a long hood. His hands gripping the paddle are plain bones, devoid of skin. My body casts a long shadow on the sand, but he has no shadow.

The man's hair was long, cascading down to his shoulders and covering some part of his face. He always painted in a blend of red and black and it made him feel... sad. The cage the man was in was small and rusted and it was completely bare, not even a mattress was there. Everytime he tried to understand the shadows in the painting he failed. Sometimes, the shadows looked like wolves and other times, the shadows become so blurry that it looks more like smoke.

shouted the man while taking a step back from the bridge's guardrail. The yellow light of the street lamp shone on his emaciated body. He walked slowly away from the bridge in the direction of Haridra City. The shadow of his body reflected on the pavement surface slowly became long and large. The shadow of the thin man's body turned into that of a large figure with a long head and arms. Sharp claws stretched around the shadow and continued to follow the skinny man in despair.

On a balcony at an unknown location, A man stood, gazing at his phone in disbelief. His eyes, unlike a normal human’s, were pure white, with no dark pupils. There was a certain sexy charm in every gesture he made. “Did he just hang up on me?” he asked, pointing at himself in disbelief. “Yes,” a shadow replied plainly. “Ah, great. Just great.” “You should know by now how he does things,” the shadow said. “Damn it… he can be very vexing at times,” the man sighed forlornly. “I thought we would use this opportunity to catch up.”

The strange man sighed and folded his hands behind him. "My name is Xavier",he said and bowed his head a little at her. "And I'm a Shade" Layla frowned. A Shade? What did he mean? "Shadow warrior",Xavier said when he noticed the confusion in her eyes. "I'm a Shadow warrior, from the bloodline of the Ancient Shades. Shades are rare creatures who have the ability to become invisible, manipulate shadows and travel through time and space. Even into people's dreams" Layla's eyes flashed. So that's how he was able to get into her dreams, she thought.

Mane nodded his head like a stringed puppet, his dull eyes suggesting that he was not himself. His hand reached out for the Eyes of Destruction, their red glow a dangerous beast that called to him, pulling him into their selfish embrace. As Mane’s hand grew nearer, the red light grew brighter, and the shadow behind the eyes gained a more visible presence. A red robe hugged the shadow gently as it slowly gained its features.

There, in a shadowy corner, he saw a peculiar and unsettling sight—a dark, foreboding silhouette that seemed to be cast by an unseen figure. The silhouette appeared to be that of a shapeless, shadowy presence, with eerie tendrils reaching out as if they were trying to embrace him. As Ronin squinted to get a clearer view, the form seemed to twist and contort, taking on an otherworldly appearance that sent a chill down his spine. It was as if an entity from the depths of his dream had somehow manifested itself into this waking reality.

EVANGELISTA The wind atop this building was fierce, biting my skin like a thousand sharp needles. Yet, I stood firm. In front of me, a handsome man stood tall, his back straight. His silhouette appeared calm, but there was something unsettling in the way he gazed at the city lights below. “I didn’t think you’d find me,” he said, not bothering to turn. His voice was low and heavy, each word carrying an enigmatic echo. I glanced at his shadow on the concrete. In a flash, it shifted—from human form into that of a massive dragon. His body remained human, but his shadow told a different story.

Suit let out a savage smile. He stood from his chair and stretched out his hand and grabbed the air in front of him. With a hard yank, he made a pulling motion. In his hand was what looked like a struggling shadow that had been grabbed by the neck. It was difficult to tell who or what he had grabbed since the shadow looked to be constantly changing forms and sizes.