Shadow Person Novels & Stories

“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!”

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

“Zombie is also Shadow’s student. She is LEGIT legit, my lady.” Again, Linda couldn’t control her countenance. “We do a lot of things, Lady Linda. It’s a lot more what you think, Lady Linda. Unlike the mediocre me, Zombie can see through people and see your potential that you don’t even realize yet. Furthermore, SO is merely a humorous name to represent the way we operate.” His smile widened even bigger. However, Linda was still reluctant. Nevertheless, she kept the card just so she would not seem far too rude. SO or Shadow Organization. SQE or Shadow Quantum Empire. It was the two things Shadow created and left to someone else once she found it no use.

I’m now standing face to face with the figure. Up close, the shape is larger than a human being. It’s at least seven feet tall and has no perceptible features other than the red orbs it has for eyes. It’s just a black mass formed like a man. It has a large head and bulging arms and legs. Kind of like an extreme steroid-using body builder’s body or a large wrestler. I wipe at my blood-soaked tears and clear my throat. “Who…who are you?” I ask with a visible tremble in my voice. However, the shadow person doesn’t answer. Instead, it reaches for something and pulls it over its head. I cry out in horror to see it holding a large black ax. He moves closer, and thou

Confirmation that Xalara was unharmed, that Elaric Nox hadn't destroyed whatever made her uniquely herself despite claiming her through that mockery of a contract marriage. As predicted, shadow sentinels materialized along the roadway—dark figures seeming to congeal from the night itself rather than merely stepping from concealment. Their forms rippled with subtle violet energy that marked House Nox's elite border guard, shadow magic made manifest in humanoid shape that maintained just enough physical substance to intimidate without revealing actual combat capabilities. Cassian's carriage slowed to appropriate diplomatic halt, though he felt a petty urge to order his driver to continue forwa

“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?

Just then, Stefan's voice rang in Wilbur's mind, "Let me see. I think it should be the one in front. Yes, you just need to come through the path right in front of you and you'll see me." "Is that so? What's beyond the path on the right?" "That's also where the Shadow Men live. They're a species from the lower dimension close to the middle dimensions, having been born from the darkness of the middle dimensions. That's what makes these particular Shadow Men so powerful. They aren't afraid of the power of the light." "I'd like to see just what they're afraid of, then." Wilbur walked through the path on the right, and Stefan's alarmed voice rang in his head, "What are you doing?"

They were both afraid for what's to come, out of nowhere. It would be a hungry animal in search of food or a deadly monster who's waiting for its prey. Both of them hope it was just an assumption. “Suppleret nos lumen tuum.” Falla cast a spell as she waved a piece of stick on thin air and a blinding ball of light appeared up above them. It brightens the area close to them. There, a dark hooded figure stepped out of darkness to reveal itself. Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel.

🌬️ 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🌬️

**The Shadows Den...** The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.