Shadow The Hedgehog Holding A Gun Novels & Stories

“There!” There’s a flash coming from her lighter, then a shadow fills the room. A man in a hood comes up the stairs, and for a moment they seem to have a confrontation. She tries to back out into the door, but the man grabs her by the neck, takes out a blade, and starts to strangle her. The hood has very specific design on the back. A silver arrow pointing up. I can’t watch. “Turn it off!” Andy obeys all too gladly, slamming on the keyboard to stop the video. “All of you can go now.”

I grip the edge of the couch, each heartbeat thudding loudly in my ears, as I wait for Armando to return, praying he’ll be alright. The eerie calm is shattered by a deafening crash as a glass shatters in the kitchen, fragments raining down onto the tile like deadly confetti. I scream, my heart racing, as a tall man materializes in the shadows. He wears a leather jacket that hugs his muscular frame, tattoos snaking up his neck—a menacing sight. In his hand, he grips a small handgun, its cold metal gleaming ominously in the dim light.

At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her. She sighed, remembering the last town, the last school, the last narrow escape. The coven was always a step behind her, their sinister intentions cloaked in shadow but ever-present. She couldn’t afford to grow attached, couldn’t afford to make friends or enemies. But she knew this routine all too well. Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close.

she swooned happily, but knowing her, I understood it was all an act. We kept moving forward, heading towards the base of Shadow Organisation. It was dark but our heightened sense of sight made it easier to navigate our way. As we treaded further inland, I could sense Ella's eyes on me. I turned only to see that she was extracting a hidden gun with her free hand, ready to shoot me by keeping it near her leg. Her eyes flashed all black as she pulled the trigger and I dodged the bullet by rolling to my side. My warriors were onto her in an instant while Asher ran to be by my side. He helped me up.

He put his boomerang and flute into the pocket of his oversized wind breaker. Shadow put on a skin mask giving him a scary appearance with a bald forehead and an inch deep scar on his right brow. His nose was slightly twisted to the left with a piece of his upper lip missing exposing his teeth and upper gum. He put on his hat. He took his retractable bow and arrow and the scanning shoes and its paired display watch. The trio walked out of the wardrobe looking like a group of hoodlums. Ed and Denis looked at them and smirked “Still got it!”

Right now, there were only the shadow wolves who were still surrounding us while groaning and getting more and more aggressive. "Do not do it!" whispered the man pointing a gun at my head. I got goosebumps hearing his voice. "We still need them—those shadow wolves. If you eliminate them, then we will all be in trouble." My neck is very stiff. I wanted to turn around and look at the figure pointing a gun at me. But, as I moved, he pressed the muzzle of his gun against my temple even more. "Don't move, and never turn around to look at me. Focus in front of you and listen to our words."

“She had a hood over her head, and she was standing near the same shadowed area I had entered from. At first, I thought she was just standing there like me. Hiding, maybe. But then I saw her arm lift.” Moonie’s lips parted slightly. “She was holding a gun,” I said. I could still see it if I let myself. The dark sleeve. The hand. The small black shape pointed toward a man near the curb. It had happened so fast, and yet my mind had kept the image with painful clarity. “She was pointing it at a man,” I continued. “He was standing with other people around him. Security, I think. I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t know anything about him. I just knew she was going to shoot.”

He said, his voice soft as silk. He turned to Alexander, a dark glint in his eye. "Bring me the iron rod." He ordered sharply without hesitation. Alexander nodded and moved to the far corner of the dungeon, returning moments later with a long and heavy iron rod. The rogue's eyes widened as Alexander held it upward, the flickering torchlight reflecting off its shinning surface.

"I heard everything. Through the door. And I am coming with you." "You heard the message. I go alone." "You go with someone Victoria will not see. Someone who can stay hidden until you need backup." She held up her phone. "I have been tracking your location since this started. I have Morrison on speed dial. And I have this." She pulled a small handgun from her purse. "Since when do you carry a gun?" "Since my best friend started walking into death traps every other day." She checked the safety with practiced ease. "My ex taught me before we broke up. I am actually a decent shot."