I'm The Shadow Man Novels & Stories

Ah~ there’s no self-interest. Shadow flipped her hair to the back and placed her hand on her chest. “My name is Shadow. The former emperor of the Underworld. Currently, I am the mediator of the three worlds. As someone who has been acknowledged to safe keep the harmony between all worlds, my judgment will benefit The Unknown, if not my siblings.

She’d already collected three of his enforcers. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She answered with a blade already in hand. “Aria Kane.” The voice was male, rough, familiar in a way that made her wolf stir. “Or should I say Aria Voss?” Her blood turned to ice. “Who the fuck is this?” “Beta Ronan. Shadowthorn sends its regards. The Alpha requires your presence. War is coming with Crimsonfang. He knows about the twins.” Aria laughed coldly. “Tell Kael he can choke on his own knot. I’m not his anymore.”

He was the intruder whom Shadow shot on his thigh when he entered the mansion along with Weylin. Suddenly the low clacking sound of the boots echoed in the room, making the man move, expecting some help. "It looks like you are still highly energetic," Shadow's cold, emotionless voice reverberated in the room, making the man shiver in fear. "P-plea-se s-spare m-me," the intruder struggled to speak, wriggling. "Hm? I thought you are into playing games, aren't you?" Shadow asked innocently, leaning towards the man. "I am still excited to play with you," She whispered, smirking.

I got her part down and now the weird old man says the Realm is full of shadow and I don’t need to use mine to do what he did To achieve this feat I need to visualize taking a part of that shadow around me, rolling it up like a ball and flatten its surface— I made it happen but the density of the platform I made is weak, hella weak. Instead of wasting his time I got on his shadow platform and it slowly got up to the mountain Our climb to the mountain was amazing, felt like I was floating. Shadow Manipulation is something else. We got to the top of the mountain and it’s flat. I find out there are a few people there and the top has chairs and shelters for people.

Godber turned to the woman, his smile fading slightly, "Have you heard of the 'Shadow Man'?" Both the woman and the frail man beside her were shocked. Everyone knew the 'Shadow Man,' a legendary assassin who started dealing in death at the age of ten and became the world's top killer at sixteen. But he vanished from the scene five years ago, his whereabouts unknown. "Do you know him?" the frail man asked incredulously. Godber grinned mischievously. "To be honest, I am the 'Shadow Man'. It was just a phase when I liked to show off long before. Call me by my name now."

Sylendra felt being trapped in someone's arms and the warmth of one's body when her body collided with something backwards, the mattress was what it felt like. "What kind of joke is this!" She shouted in protest. Feeling one's heavy weight on top of her she choked out with her deep voice with disgust, absolutely sounding angry. Trying her whole might to push the force back away from her she then heard the unknown person, growling deeply above her which kind of terrified her will. The person was a man plus his voice sounded quite familiar... way too familiar! "Who are you?" Sylendra questioned fearing her guess to be true but before the man could have answered her, the lights suddenly turned

They only wrapped my foot up in some old rags and called it a day. That kind of pain had stuck with me, but they seemed to have forgotten all about it. I looked up, meeting the eyes of the crowd. "The person in those photos had all ten toes. It was clearly not me." Nelson backed me up, saying, "Jennifer had a tattoo with my name on her lower back when we were together. She was scared it'd give her away, and told me to keep those photos hidden. "I still have some shots of that tattoo, and it's proof that it's Jennifer in those pictures.

Not just unlit—a thick, velvety black that seemed to swallow the light from the hallway. A voice came from within, flat and disembodied. “Say what you’re here for and stop wasting my time.” I blinked, trying to peer inside. “Can I, uh, come in? Or do you want to come out?” “No.” Alright then. “Fine. I just wanted to talk. We’re teammates. Figured we should know each other. I’m Bryan. I like fire, bad music, and eating. Your turn.” A beat of silence. Then, from the darkness, “I’m the Shadowalker. I tolerate existence. Your turn is over.”

“Please,” the shadow says, his voice awkward and apologetic. I’m still rigid with fear when Conner storms out onto the balcony, his hand smacking the shadow-person in the chest, slamming him against the wall. “Who the hell are you!?” Conner demands. “Please!” the shadow says again, “I’m so sorry! I was just standing out here, also getting fresh air! This is a complete accident!”

Chapter 1 I Tampered With My Rival’s Costume Because I Wanted To See Her Break The bass throbs through the walls of Eclipse like a second heartbeat as I stand backstage, adjusting the black silk veil that covers everything except my eyes and forehead. This veil is my signature. My armor. No one knows what I really look like. They only know “Shadow” — the mysterious dancer who makes men empty their wallets and beg for more. I make more money than almost every girl here.