I'm The Shadow Man Novels & Stories

Shadow? That is what Yuri called the man, does she know him? “Leta, do you know this man?” she sighs. “Sorry boss but no one knows or has seen shadow. Only Yuri knows his true identity, but he does everything we can’t do. He is Yuri’s go to guy and is very dangerous. Everyone fears him and with good reason. The man is a ghost.” Leta tells me and now more than ever I want to know who this man is. If he is everywhere Yuri is then killing him will be difficult.

Before anyone could talk, he brought out his gun and shot the four guards. Tory, Amanda, Laura and Charlotte looked at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?” Tory asked. “Helping you”, he said. “Why are you helping us?” He sighed. “I can’t stand to see people suffer like this. All these years I’ve seen how you’ve all been treated and I hated it. I was also Ron’s victim before I was forced to join him. I’m a Shadow.” Their eyes went wide. “You are also a supernatural?” Laura asked.

“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.

The mysterious man curved his lips with his hand held out to Ann, "I said I know what happened to it." Ann ignored his hand: "Fine, what happened to it?" The man just sat there smiling at Ann with his hand held out. Ann sighed as she took his hand, watching him print a kiss on the back of her hand softly. "The name is Damon." The mysterious man grinned at Ann, "May I know your name?" "That's not important." Said Ann frustratedly, "So, Damon, could you help, or not?" Damon laughed, shaking his head: "The real question is, do you think you can get The Shadow out from your coven's tight watch?"

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

Within a matter of seconds the crowd had dispersed leaving Hunter Devin and I alone in silence. Devin’s hands were still balled up into fists and his teeth clenched, he looked up at me with anger written across his features. “Devin, let me explain.” I said slowly testing the waters, “By all means.” He muttered angrily. “If you haven’t figured by now, I’m not exactly a normal wolf.” His nodded, albeit begrudgingly “Have you ever heard the story of the Shadow wolf?” he nodded again, with confusion maring his features. “Well, long story short… I am the Shadow wolf.” His eyes widened as he thought about it but narrowed them before speaking, “How is that possible?” I sighed before explaining the

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*

And left. Back to the scene, Emma was trying to find ways to break through this trap, when she heard a clapping sound. All of their attention went to the source of the voice, when the man wearing a hat appeared. His face was covered by his hat and guards were surrounding the entire place and especially the man with the hat. When the man said calmly, yet with a smirk on his face, “Welcome to hell. I hope you guys are enjoying up there.” Emma said in anger, “If you have the guts, then free me, and we'll have one on one. If I win, then you'll let me and my friends leave and if I lost we are at your disposal.”

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Icy grey eyes menaced towards me and I could also feel the antagonism penetrating from the man in front of me. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to bump into you like that." I sincerely apologized. The man glared at me and I noticed how his frown tightened with detest. He was the same man Sinister held by the shirt. Mikhail I believe his name was. His hands suddenly grabbed my chin,tilting it threatening towards him, "Piccola puttanaget, if you ever get in my way again, I will not hesitate to rip your organs out and sell them in the black market." He seethed.