I'm The Shadow Man Novels & Stories

What more do I have on the Earth when three of my companies were taken down by one man? I screamed, hitting my head so hard, and within a few minutes, I started convulsing, and everything went blank. I couldn't detect where I was as I held people calling my name from afar. It looked like people calling me from the thirtieth building. "Where am I?" I asked, looking around the dark area. "Who is around please?" I asked, trying to push the door open, but nothing was happening. Just hoped it's not what I thought.

To my surprise, Helena stepped in front of me, positioning herself to block the shadow's approach. The shadow struggled violently, but Celeste and Howard held her down with ease. She was too weak to break free. I watched her with a feeling of relief. "Shadow, let's try this again. Let's see what happens if you can't return to my body on time." The night dragged on endlessly. The shadow fought us fiercely until, as dawn approached, she became more and more frantic. Her veins popped out, and she seemed to have endless strength, charging at us like a wild bull.

The man stood up from his seat, he fished out a cigar from his coat's pocket and stuck it between his lips, "You smoke?" He asked her, “ I don’t think Adam and Katy would allow that.” He added with a smirk and she sighed, "I don't." She told the man still keeping a stern face. "You don't have to be all protective and guarded with me, I'm not among the bad guys. Actually, I'm a friend and you can also see me as your savior too." He said, Jacklyn just frowned. Is this man going to tell her who he really is or he's just going to continue beating around the bush.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to know you’re okay.” “Nothing will ever be okay.” “Why not? It can’t be all that bad.” “You don’t know…” “Is someone trying to hurt you?” “It was a onetime deal… Nobody was supposed to get hurt.” “Who did you make the deal with?” I asked with more authority in my voice. “I can’t.” “At least tell me your name.” “It’s not important.” “I can help you.” “You can’t! Just leave me alone…” -=- I woke up with a start. I didn’t expect to see the shadow man in my dreams ever again, but there he was, asking if I was okay. As if he really cared about my well-being.

“I know he's a criminal and he kidnapped Alora, but he came forward on his own accord. Shouldn't he st least be treated like a human being?” “He'll be treated like a human being when he confesses to his crime and tells me the truth.” I snapped. “He's put us through so much pain and heartache and I will not….” “Can I at least get some water?” The wounded man cut me off. “And my name is Shadow.” “Talk now, water later.” I snarled. “Why did you kidnap Alora? Who sent you? Who are you working for?” “Someone you'd least expect.” Shadow coughed up some blood. “I will tell you everything, and give you proof too, but you have to honor my deal; you will not get me into trouble for confessing.”

He looked like a warrior from a forgotten age, his armor covered in the runes of the Pre-Script. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am the **First Shadow**," the man said, his voice a rasping growl. "I am the one Silas was modeled after. And I’ve been waiting ten thousand years for someone to break the Founder’s lock so I could finish what I started." --- ### The Rebellion of the Nulls The First Shadow didn't wait for an answer. He moved with a speed that defied physics, a blur of rusted metal and violet darkness. He tore through the Nulls like a wolf through sheep, his shadow-blades cutting through brass and bone as if it were paper.

"I know." "Well, I have some news," she says. "Chicago's buzzing with talk. Whispers that someone’s looking for something with enough leverage to rebuild at least half of Malcolm's old network. They’re saying the new boss... someone they call Shadow or something, is relentless in his pursuit for it and he’s sure Malcolm willed it to you." I scoff. “As if I’d ever take anything Malcolm wills to me.” A pause. "Any idea who this Shadow is?" "Asides the fact that he apparently has a thing for cliché ass names? No. No one seems to know what his real name is, or what he even looks like. He just gives assignments through proxies, payments wired clean. Whoever he is, he's careful... and he's close."

He had always struggled with the shadows, both literally and figuratively, and now he had to master them. The shadows around him coalesced into monstrous forms, each representing a fear or insecurity. Allan took a deep breath, his eyes glowing with determination. "I control the shadows," he declared. "They do not control me." With a surge of power, Allan directed the shadows, bending them to his will. He faced each monstrous form, dispelling them with his newfound strength. As the last shadow dissolved, Allan felt a sense of mastery over his powers. He was ready to use them for the greater good.