I'm The Shadow Man Novels & Stories

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

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 barely had any time to lament before my office door swung open. “Get out.” I hissed. “I'm not in the mood to see anybody.” “I doubt that applies to me, Mr Deutchmond.” My blood ran cold at his words. “ I thought I was special.” “You.” I turned to him immediately. My anger went up a notch as he sat without due permission, but there really wasn't anything I could do. “What are you doing here?” “I don't like being referred to as You” he said in a bored tone. “call me Shadow. Fits my aesthetic, don't you think?”

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."

Bayo studied her for a long moment, then leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. Bayo: “You’re chasing a ghost. But… ghosts leave shadows. And Jason’s shadow? It’s darker than you think.” Leah froze. Leah: “What do you mean?” Bayo exhaled smoke, eyes narrowing. Bayo: “There’s a new name in the streets. A man pulling strings. Cold, ruthless, silent. They call him The Shadow. People say he’s not just leading, he’s building an army. And Leah…” He leaned closer, his voice almost cruel.

“Hahaha” Who is that? Fuck I know that it was the owner of this fucking shadow. “Show yourselves you freak! Fight like a true fighter! Not a pussy that was hiding through the shadow!” I shout in frustration. Slowly... The shadow disappeared and his true form appeared. A black man who has a big body and is wearing a black hood. He is grinning like a demon. And murmur. “Your dead hunter” What kind of creature was that?