Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

Furrowing my eyebrows I look at him baffled "Uhm okay, sir," I say. I thought this was a date. A random man comes towards us and he greets Shadow. They shake hands and then I see a lady standing behind the man in his late 50’s. I can't tell whether she is his little sister or daughter. "This is Amari, Amari this is Mr. Klein," Shadow says introducing me. The man is about to kiss my hand but Shadow glares at him and he retreats from touching me

They were both afraid for what's to come, out of nowhere. It would be a hungry animal in search of food or a deadly monster who's waiting for its prey. Both of them hope it was just an assumption. “Suppleret nos lumen tuum.” Falla cast a spell as she waved a piece of stick on thin air and a blinding ball of light appeared up above them. It brightens the area close to them. There, a dark hooded figure stepped out of darkness to reveal itself. Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel.

I thought it was one of the maids, but when I saw an apparition of a man with a black shirt and shorts; black ruffled hair; his hands behind his back formally, I immediately recognized Dark Vergara. What is he doing there late at night? It is already past twelve pm, right? He turned his back on my window and faced the pool. Its sky blue color was radiating because of the numerous mixed violet and dark blue lights in the right places underneath the water. The still water's lights reflected the posture of Dark. His head was hanging, so he must be looking at the moon above him. I squinted my eyes but decided to just disregard what he was doing. I have to talk to Hector right now.

They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributaries. Emilio Vargas, the leader of the Black Shadow, exuded authority as he entered first. His piercing eyes were like twin obsidian orbs that took in every detail of the room. I knew him as the puppeteer, the mastermind behind the cartel's operations. I had fantasized about taking him down, but nothing seemed to stick on them; they had paid puppets in every step.

His pale, almost grey skin, has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. “Who’s she?” The man snarls my way. “Who are you?” Bram asks him with as much venom laced in his words. The man’s eyes shift to Bram, “You can call me Twenty-Nine. Shadow sends his regards.” He glances at me again, his lip curling up with distaste. “Again, who is she?” “The person that’s going to get Shadow what he wants,” Bram replies with a matter of fact. Twenty-Nine - such a strange name. Even for a street name. Everything about this man is strange and wrong. He has no scent, skin the color of ash with eyes that seem to peer into your very soul with an air of evil intent.

His body shook even more. “No…” Liam finally breathed. “Don’t….” Sebastian stopped screaming to look at him. “What is it? Who did this to you, Liam?” “Don’t…” Liam whispered weakly. “He’ll come back…” “Who? Who’s coming back? Who did this to you?” “He’s coming back…” Before Sebastian could ask any more questions, a shadow appeared out of nowhere. The shadow was in the shape of a man, but Sebastian couldn’t see a face. He was a hooded figure with dark energy. His aura gave Sebastian a chill down his spine.

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.