Shadow Guy Mha Novels & Stories

she muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief. “What is it?” Maya asked, stepping into the room. Camilla’s face was pale as she turned the screen toward Maya. “Shadow isn’t just an operative. He’s someone who worked directly under Helena for years. He disappeared after her arrest, and no one’s seen him since—until now.” Maya’s heart sank. “Do you think he’s behind this?” Camilla nodded grimly. “If anyone has the resources to pick up where Helena left off, it’s him.”

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

He was an older man with an honorable look He doesn't look like a gangster or like one of those bad men she'd dealt with as a cop. He was like government official, maybe he's an official from the CIA or FBI or from the SSA. Who knows? She walked inside the fairly lit room while the other guy, whose name she hadn’t gotten, came right behind her and shut the door. "Welcome Jacklyn Chisholm or should I say former Ricky Baird.” Fearlessly, Jaclyn walked to his front and took out a seat without being offered one. "And what should I call you?" She asked the man.

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

Even through the voice distorter, the fury was unmistakable. The grey-clad crossbow wielder shivered. "Got a message from Ms. Shadow," he reported, "She says Helma's hit up Greenville University. We're supposed to jump her there, stir up some trouble. It's all part of the plan—" Ms. Shadow was not her real name, of course. She was like the boss number three in their crew, calling the shots on most of what they did. "Zip it!" The guy on the line barked, his voice all scratchy from the voice distorter, "You don't take her out unless I say so!"

Neil asked after some thoughts, taking a step forward. However, Shadow gave him a terrifying glare immediately, causing him to take a step back from fear with her terrifying killing intent. “You dare question my ability? I’m ranked fifth in the southwestern hitman leaderboard! Watch your words. I might not be confident when it comes to those King of War or God of War, but all those other generals, assistant commanders, or head commanders are just easy pickings!” “In fact, when I take on a different appearance, the targets won’t even know what hit them. Perhaps a King of War might fall to my assassination too!”

Straightening to his full height, the man raised his head, his piercing eyes locking onto Maria. “Miss Maria,” he said, his tone calm yet commanding. Maria returned the nod. “Rowan.” Maria nodded in acknowledgment, recognizing him instantly. This was Rowan Blackthorn, the Shadow Reaper, one of Somerland’s legendary Gods of War. His mere presence radiated an aura of quiet authority, his black combat gear blending seamlessly with the shadows. Before Maria could respond, another figure leaped from the chopper. Unlike Rowan’s smooth descent, she landed with a loud thud, the ground cracking slightly beneath her. Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between

"I caught the tail that was following me. Some low-level driver named Marco. He said he was hired to watch if I went to banks or storages to see if I picked up documents. And if I did, he was supposed to steal them." David's expression stays blank. "Who hired him?" "He doesn't know. Said the boss is someone called Shadow. No one sees him. Jobs come through proxies. Money's anonymous. Sel mentioned the same name earlier too.” "Shadow," David repeats. He paces once, twice. "I've heard that name before. He was a new player just before I left the mafia. I hear he's quite ruthless now." "That's what Sel said too. Chicago clubs are talking about his plan to resurrect Malcolm’s old empire.”