Hombre Sombra Novels & Stories

“I will be” I hung up the phone feeling a bit better. The man in the shadows from my delusion still haunted my mind. I took some deep breaths, and I did my best to shove the thoughts away. I still heard his voice saying, “come home my dove.” Something kept nagging at me though ‘Why were they near grandmothers? What was drawing me back there?’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man

The smell of rotten flowers and damp earth filled the room. Kit gripped Siron's hand tighter. "What should we do?" Siron wanted to say "run," but where to? And the deepest part of him, the part that had grown addicted, wanted to stay here, wanted to see him emerge. The shadow stopped right in front of them, then began to rise, forming a human silhouette. Tall. Long hair whose color was indiscernible in the darkness. And two points of light, red, but not entirely stable, flickering between red and gold.

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.

"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."

pouted Sebastien. “Did you vote to put me out of my misery and just kill me? I’m ready.” I opened my arms wide exposing my chest, my heart… “I would agree to that,” mumbled Sebastien. “We’d like to give you a chance to redeem yourself Damien,” remarked Hamlet, he had a scar down the side of his cheek.

“Then you should just send them away! This is a WOLF problem, not a BEAR problem.” “Sir, please,” Kyde interrupted, “I’m not sure why you feel the way you do but this will turn into a bear problem if we don’t work together. This Russian is the biggest trafficker of human’s and supernatural’s. If we don’t stop him now, then…” She trailed off. “Then he will start to come after bears also. I’m surprised he hasn’t already taken any bears.” Shadow commented. “Again, it’s just a matter of time.”

**The Shadows Den...** The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.

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

The Penance. A shadow unfolds on the edge of sight, long limbs cutting through low light. Not quite solid, more like smoke given shape and height. Grey threads cling to him, layered deep into black at the edges, blending seam into dusk. You do not see his eyes - only motion where features should be. Slipping forward without weight, each step dissolves before it lands. Silence follows close behind. Slowly, Noah pivots toward the man. His hand stays off the hilt - for now.

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,