Shadow Sk8 The Infinity Novels & Stories

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

My eyes almost popped out when I saw the train frozen just a few inches away from me. What happened?! I saw a shadow of a person standing behind me. I turned and saw a familiar yet unknown face staring blankly at me. He was wearing a linen black cloak. His height was towering me and his long dark hair was messed up by the calm blows of the wind. The headlights of the train projected a shadow of the perfect sculpt of his nose. He looked like a carved masterpiece of a cherubim and his eyes were glistening with the moonlight’s reflection. He’s prettier than me!