Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

The growl came a little lower than a normal growl while it seemed to be in a lot of Pain as it's cries could Clearly be felt around the Woods After a While, the ground thudded the exact moment a Painful Howl Sounded in the depths of the Woods and in almost a sudden, some Ruffled steps were heard and then came the hefty looking Men who approached the Woods while one of them smiled at the huge smoke that puffed out of his Cigar. "He was Here!" Mr Glamora said, he was kneeling on one Knee while he held the big Cigar in his right Hand, an inch from him kneeled Mr Hambora who bent at a 90 degree angle as if proposing to his brother

"Elena, mi vida! Why have you and Sebastian been avoiding the countryside? Shadow has been moping by the stables—he's barely touched his organic apples all week." I couldn't help but chuckle. Shadow was Doña Carmen’s rescue stallion—a beast nearly two meters tall with a coat like midnight and muscles that would make a pro hockey player envious. He’d been blinded in one eye during a rogue skirmish years ago, ending his days as a pack scout’s mount. "You're teasing me, Doña Carmen. Shadow usually acts like I’m a ghost when I visit," I said, laughing. "He barely tolerates anyone who isn't a direct bloodline Blackwood."

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.

I’m now standing face to face with the figure. Up close, the shape is larger than a human being. It’s at least seven feet tall and has no perceptible features other than the red orbs it has for eyes. It’s just a black mass formed like a man. It has a large head and bulging arms and legs. Kind of like an extreme steroid-using body builder’s body or a large wrestler. I wipe at my blood-soaked tears and clear my throat. “Who…who are you?” I ask with a visible tremble in my voice. However, the shadow person doesn’t answer. Instead, it reaches for something and pulls it over its head. I cry out in horror to see it holding a large black ax. He moves closer, and though I cannot see its face, I know

It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed… Why? I am trying my best to move but I can’t. Why? Help! Help! I want to get out from here… soon I lost my hope… Unexpectedly, I saw someone swimming towards me giving me her hand and she is a girl… girl? I can’t see her face, I want to see her… who is she? It is so dark here; I want to see her but unfortunately… “Sam”, I heard someone is calling me, it sounds similar… I realized that,

’ Samantha demanded but her wolf ignored her when Scarlet purred at the sight of Zack coming out of the darkened shrubbery. If Samantha was being honest with herself, Zack was extraordinary with his black hair and blue eyes. His peculiar complexion made him stand out from any of the other members of the Shadow Pack. Even though the Shadow Pack members usually have brunette hair and gray eyes, Samantha was an exception as well as Sebastian to their mundane coloring. Both of them were brunette but their eyes made them stand apart as the sacred Ultima. Their eyes were red like two garnets twinkling underneath the moonlight When Samantha looked at him who stood merely feet away, she was still sp

I shake my head and said " Just having some pain. " He nods and said " Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes." I nodded and he left the room again. Once he left. I look around in the room. I can feel someone's presence, I know I am not alone here. I was looking around in the room when I look over at the mirror I saw figure. A figure in black. I stood up and went closer to the mirror and saw a guy. Areally fucking scary guy. He was smiling looking at me.