Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

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.

He looked severely injured, too, which wouldn’t be good. Is he okay? “Miss Roberts. It’s nice of you to join us.” A tall man steps into the light from the shadows, grinning. He’s thin and pale, like he doesn’t eat much or like he doesn’t get any time in the sun. Honestly, he looks almost skeletal. There’s someone behind him, but his form is larger and broader, like Anders. However, instead of being my kind doctor, this man gives off a menacing air as he hides in the shadows.

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.

All he could do was to follow instruction through complicated hand gestures and, if the Shadow’s in the mood, letters formed by its own flexible body. When Luis turned eight, he was able to sustain his shadow longer than an hour, and he was already getting the hang of it. Summoning a shadow alone required energy, but keeping the shadow’s presence required stamina; hence, Gemimaro’s shadow helped Luis enhanced those areas. Gemimaro took a day-off that day, treating his son for working hard. Of course, not wanting others to stick close to Luis lest his sickness came back, they have a feast only in their home.

We are about to question him but he shut us down. He wore black Americana with red necktie. He looks like a business man but when I saw his shadow I thought I would passed out. This is the most bullshit, bizarre thing ever, I brushed it off even though half of me questions whether it was just a hallucination but the other half of me knows what I saw. He got two horns and long tail like devil but when I started to blink. The shadow was gone. I wasn't sure what to do, so I stood there for a bit looking at the man, trying to figure out what to do.

Jason immediately sensed his brother nearby, but also two others - Cameron, and Nate, Alex's brothers - inside the shadows further away. They wouldn't be joining them unless something went wrong, but given his unease about today, it was comforting to feel them there, ready and waiting. He waited himself for a long moment, letting his own darkness stretch out, in its true form, through the overlapping web of shadows. He let himself get lost in it, becoming little more than darkness itself, as he focused on feeling the heartbeat of the city's shadows.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

The situation I was in helped me recollect my thoughts. He sat in the chair Marcus had occupied earlier, his elbows resting on the armrests, his fingers steepled in front of him. His dark eyes locked onto mine with an anger that made my blood turn to ice. Alexander Wolfe, the man behind the syndicate. The man who could make people disappear with a single word. He was terrifyingly calm, but his scrunched up face reflected the anger radiating from him like heat from a furnace. “Cassandra I presume,” he said, his voice low and measured.