I'm The Shadow Man Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He cannot be here. One look at those dangerously bulky muscles, and the black mask over his eyes tell me that I'm wrong. He is here. I feel my heart drop to the bottom of my shoes, because staring back at me with eyes as hard as stone is the Shadow Man, or the Black Void, as I like to call him. The source of my everyday torture and nightmares.

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.

"Because the scar on my face was your doing! Six years ago, we competed for the title of top assassin. You hurt me like this. For two years, I kept coming back to challenge you. We met over a hundred times, and you don't remember me?!" His face twisted with rage, looking like a scorned lover demanding answers. Godber's frown deepened as recognition finally dawned. "You’re ‘Werewolf’?" "Hah, you finally remember, Shadow Man." Godber sighed. "I go by Godber now. Stop calling me that childish name." The purple-shirted man muttered to his companion, "Brother, it’s been years. Not only has Shadow Man's identity changed, but his personality seems completely different too."

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.”