I'm The Shadow Man Novels & Stories

Almost there. But as she neared the exit, a large shadow emerged from behind a stack of old wooden crates blocking her path. A man stepped out of the darkness with unnerving calmness, as if he had been waiting for her there all along. Claire stopped so suddenly she nearly stumbled. Her eyes went wide as she recognized the figure standing before her. "Arthur?" Her voice came out hoarse, barely audible.

And Andreas was always right. The thought of his name burned sweet and sharp in my chest. Andreas. A shadow on the edge of my plans, a constant whisper in my ear. He wasn’t here now, but his influence always lingered like smoke. Every step I’d taken, every line I’d crossed, I had his voice guiding me. Telling me to take more. Want more. Be more. And look at me now. I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Sierra.” “It was a man named Ian. He used to be Willow’s neighbor. He has been demanding compensation from Willow for his father’s death, but Willow refuses to give his family any more money. H-He plans to trick Willow into a secluded place and record a compromising video to blackmail her. It’s all Ian’s idea. I just helped with the location.” “Smack!” Roy swung his hand, knocking Sierra sideways. She fell to the ground, her ears ringing violently from the blow.

My eyes drift open at the feeling of soft sunlight over my face. I look around the unfamiliar room letting out a deep yawn. Casting my eyes towards the window I see no sunlight but silvery moonlight filling the room instead. That's right I'm in the Shadow Moore where I might never see the sun again.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

When the man began talking, it felt like he was covering her body in warm honey. "I must apologize to you. I'm Alpha Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers. My head warrior showed me evidence that you had been kidnapping humans. When I looked closer at the evidence, I couldn't determine if what he said was true, so I wanted to do more investigating. Omar?" Alpha Gunnar looked at the warriors, and the large one in front stepped forward, his neck bare in submission. "Yes, alpha." He answered in more of a growl. "Why have you set out to destroy this pack?" Gunnar asked. However, it wasn't Omar who answered.

I glanced over my shoulder, but the alley was empty. Keep moving, I told myself. It’s just your imagination. I quickened my pace, my heels clicking against the pavement. The footsteps followed, faint at first but growing louder and heavier. They weren't mine. “Stop.” The voice was low and guttural, almost a growl. I spun around, my heart lurching into my throat. A man stepped out of the shadows, his face obscured by the hood of his jacket. “Stay back,” I warned, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

Goosebumps prickled my skin as I watched the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls. Before we could fully comprehend the situation, a figure emerged from the shadows—a cloaked figure with piercing eyes that seemed to hold the weight of ancient secrets. The intruder's voice echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. "I am the Harbinger of Shadows," the figure declared, their voice laced with both authority and a touch of malevolence. "Your victory over the Shadow Lord was but the beginning. A new darkness is rising, and you shall play a crucial role in the battle to come."

He nodded again, “of course.” Maybe it was the way his face was lighting up at the thought of tricking me, I had certainly fallen for something if he was just so eager to make this deal, I only wished I knew what it was. His fingers were larger than Nok’s. They felt callosed and I saw little splotches of gray, I guessed from ink stains. Ink. I thought back to years ago when I first saw the hands of the shadow man on the balcony. Ink splothes, they meant little to me at that time but it was something I had used to remember him, just a little quirk that maybe one day I could look back on fondly. Now, it just seemed like they were the hands of someone who could kill my friends. I just couldn’t

SYDNEY I walked briskly down the dimly lit street, my heart pounding in my chest like a relentless drum. Anxiety coiled around me like a suffocating serpent, its grip tightening with every step. The shadow that trailed me, an unwelcome companion, had become a constant presence, haunting my every move. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched, that every turn I made was being meticulously observed. Who was this man? The question echoed relentlessly in my mind, tormenting me with its unanswered riddle. I racked my brain, desperately trying to connect the dots, but every attempt ended in frustration. The shadow was elusive, shrouded in mystery, refusing to reveal its true ident