I'm The Shadow Man 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.

“I am sorry for not showing up that day when you asked to meet us. I had exams so I couldn’t make it.” I think the show on my face showed because she chuckled. “What the fuck are you talking about, why are you even here?” she couldn’t be one of the shadows, the one I met was on his late twenties judging from the way he looked. I could be wrong, and I had no way of finding out since he erased himself from government systems. “I am the second shadow. I have some news, I thought I should give you those and apologize for not coming when you called.”

I could no longer underestimate the man. “You’ve seen me,” I answered the creepy man. “I am leaving.” I stepped past him to leave the place but he caught my hand and I froze from the numbing cold of his hand. “Oops, sorry. Shadow magic is like that.” He let me go. Shadow magic? “Like Cedric,” I muttered to myself, looking at the man again.

"If you're willing to go with us to Maine." "Or suicidal." "Nah. Anything but," he says enthusiastically. "This is a real chance for me to get an in depth, personal look at the Crescent Shadow pack. It could be a really amazing learning experience." "Or really gruesome death," she points out. "Either way," he shrugs. "I'm sure as hell not going to let you guys go alone. I'll leave the pack if I have to. But you guys will always have me to watch your backs, that's a promise."

he blurted out nonchalantly. Izza arched her brow feigning a confused look. “It seems like you've been hiding in here for too long...” she mumbled in seemingly amused. She had caught the keyword ‘Shadow’ and she assumed that the man was related to her Master Guilla Shadow. “I am...” The man admitted calmly. “And you have something that belongs to me!” he added with his voice rising in full intensity.

Despite in this situation, there is no need for me to hide myself as all these are just an illusion however it was just out of habit. Third person PoV ~Conversation~ "How is the preparations?" Luna asked (the woman with white hair who presumably is Jack's mother). "All our wolves are ready to fight, the vampires are in position, witches and warlocks are ready to carry out their spells and there are a few more supernatural creatures looming about in the healer moon pack to protect it" the shadow man said. Luna nodded and dismissed him whilst the man disappeared like a shadow. ~end of conversation~

As if ready to betray me, my own flames sputtered and leaned toward it. "No," I growled, but my voice was weak and shaky. The shadow-man moved in closer. The shard's light throb became more intense with each step, as though the entire world moved in time with him. "Don't you feel it? You are aware of who you are. The flame of the architect.” With her blade up, Catty pushed herself between us. "Remain back!" The man, however, didn't even blink. He never took his eyes off mine. “She won't stop me. Not when you're already interested in what I have.”

He apologised, untying the rope around my hands and feet. “We?” I asked, rubbing the faint bruises on my arms and ankles, staring back at the man before me. “I and a few friends of mine... They call us the shadows. And there's something we need from you,” he introduced himself. A distorted frown sprawled on my face hearing those words; of course I knew what the shadows stood for. They were dangerous men and women. An occult group who hated the mafia but still not legal, like cops. They were a bunch of armed and dangerous people who tried all they could to get the mafia gone for as long as I recall…

Obstacles that could be overcome, but how? Matthias stood still and watched as she continued down the path and noticed that she turned around again, seeking one last glance at him before she disappeared from view. He knew right then and there that he needed to win her over and quickly. He needed a plan to win her over. Immediately! There was no time to waste! Time was of the essence. But how? Pure and simple, manipulation. Manipulation. Reader Notes: Welcome to the world of Das Schatten, aka, the Shadows. The Schatten can turn into shadows and travel through walls and objects, unless they are bound with silver chains.

If only the contract that had seemed so perfectly designed to avoid emotional complications hadn't somehow created exactly the attachment he had spent decades avoiding. Shadow magic responded to his emotional state despite rigorous mental discipline, creating patterns across his study that reflected inner turmoil rather than controlled purpose. For the first time in recent memory, Elaric Nox—the war-happy tyrant of the territories, the ruthless shadow lord who struck fear into border raiders and political opponents alike—found his legendary self-control inadequate to the challenge confronting him.