Novel & Cerita I'm Nobody's Shadow

for my Live was already at ten thousand people. "I'm sorry, Becca," I whispered, staring at a photo of us from her matriculation while I was in the second year, before the "Envy" and the secrets. "I can't give you back what I took, but I can make sure they don't take anything else." Who do you think the SHADOW is ? Let me know your guess in the comments 🤗

with a dark, filthy secret. The "nobody" trauma from the Silver Azure pack rushes back, flooding my senses. I feel the old shame, the stinging rejection of being the girl from the dirt who dared to look at the sky. My vision blurs at the edges. I expect the roar. I expect the floor to shake as Clyde unleashes the "Shadow Alpha" rage that would silence this room in a heartbeat.

Nobody moves. Nobody speaks. I look at the empty space where Nico should be. I look at the six cuts on Marco's back. I look at the note in my pocket. And I think about a name I have not heard in a very long time. A name from before Colombia. From the early days of everything. A name that belongs to a ghost that I was told was dead and apparently believed too easily. "Who is Shadow?"

But as soon as I saw his shadow I turned around and closed my eyes and tried to keep breathing normally. “No one is coming to save you” the shadow whispered in the dark, almost as if reading my thoughts “And when you are released you will have nowhere to run or hide. Nowhere to escape to. Nobody left who cares about you anymore.” His words stung but I had no other choice but to remain silent. My body still shivered at his words,but I tried to control my emotions.

“Because by the time I could… I wasn’t the same. And neither was the world I left.” Noa didn’t know what to believe. The face looked familiar like a ghost drawn in thicker lines. There were traces of childhood in the angles of his nose, the curve of his chin. But the man standing in front of him was a stranger. Tall, powerful, polished. Worn in the eyes. “Who are you really?” Noa whispered. The man paused. Then said, softly, “I’m the Shadow Boss they told you to fear.” The words hit like a punch to the chest.

Kyara’s POV The quiet weighed heavy on my chest as I stood in the limitless expanse of white. My trembling but resolute voice resonated into the darkness. "Who's there?" The shadow darted again, faster this time, passing past the corners of my vision like smoke. My heart pounded in my chest, with each pulse a stark reminder of how alone I felt. Eric's touch had lost its warmth, leaving behind an icy grasp of doubt. "Eric?" I called again, whirling in place, desperation in my voice. The immense void extended eternally in all directions, yet the shadow remained persistent, circling and observing.

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.

Behind them clustered a group of preening sycophants, gathered like flies at the arrival gate. One of them spotted me and smirked. "Well, well, August... Isn't that your shadow? What was her name again? Sophia something?" August's eyes widened, startled—but the mask slipped back into place quickly. His mouth curled into a slow, mocking smile. "Told you. She'd come crawling back eventually." The group tittered. "Sophia Miller vanished without a word back then. Now that August is a Beta of the Aurelis Pack, she must've realized she made the wrong call. She probably cried into her pillow every night."

Then everything went black as I was shrouded in the shadows of goodbye to all that I had ever known. After what must have been hours later, I awoke in an unfamiliar place. Fog surrounds me as hooded figures chant in a strange language. I try to move but I can't because my arms and legs are tied to a boulder with weird cravings in it. I try to scream but my voice comes out as a mere whisper. Shadows dance on the walls of this desolate cave before the ground begins to shake. The hooded figures fall to their knees and keep their eyes on the trembling ground.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.