Sonic Prime Shadow Voice Actor Novels & Stories

No sound came, but Siron felt a nudge in his mind: Take it. "Who are you?" Siron asked his shadow, his voice trembling. The shadow only gave a slow shake of its head, then pointed at the sprout once more. The silver light in its eyes flickered like distant stars. Siron rose cautiously. He stepped toward the window, afraid his movements would trigger a reaction from the shadow. But the shadow simply followed him, staying fixed to the wall like a normal shadow, except for those glowing eyes.

Samuel looked at the giant axe in the black shadow's hand in disbelief. "Yours, of course, is rubbish. What I have is the Pangu Axe, and I am the real Samuel. You... are just a shadow of my betrayal," the black shadow said coldly. Only then did Samuel notice that his voice was exactly the same as his. "I'm your shadow?" Samuel was stunned. "Do you think you deserve to be me? You don't deserve to be me. I am me. Go to hell." The black shadow shouted fiercely and rushed straight to Samuel.

A voice slithered from the shadows, “He has returned.” The bones cracked, “Then so shall I.”

“You should use it to your heart, witch. Your heart seems locked up and frozen somewhere in the Arctic.” Zack cracked up. “If you want your voice, Zack, you better shut up,” Shadow told him. “Wait. She can do that?” His eyes widened in amazement. “I can do better. I can give you life-long erectile dysfunction.” “What the hell?” It was comical how Zack quickly cupped his groin before us. “Hey, big guy.” I felt Shadow’s hand on mine. “You should go change.” “Right.” I left them, and I still caught Shadow talking to Zarah.

"Is something wrong, Boss?" "The blue in them... it looks just like someone I used to know." "Who, Boss?" Liana’s son finally smiled, slapping his assistant's shoulder hard. "Who are you, exactly?" "I am a shadow that lives for you, and I will only die when you command it." Michael let out a cynical laugh. His hand remained perched on Sapphire's shoulder, tightening its grip until it bruised. "Good answer." He released his grip and sat back down, raising his glass. Swiftly, Sapphire poured the whiskey into it.

His tone was controlled, calm, like ice. The shadow’s voice dropped further, almost swallowed by the room. "You." The word lingered, heavy with intent, filling the silence around them like smoke. Jeffery’s eyes locked onto the shadow, assessing every angle, every possibility. "Get out," he said, his voice ice cold. No emotion, only authority. The shadow paused, then nodded, disappearing as quickly as it had come. "They’ll come for you again. You can’t protect her here."

*“Break the cage, little light. Let me show you true power.” Behind me, footsteps echo. Silas limps into the chamber, his silver eyes blazing. “Don’t. You. Dare.” The Shadow laughs. *“Ah, the prodigal son. Shall we see whose blood runs stronger?”* Silas snarls, lunging—and the cage shatters.

I still knew we were not alone though. "I am the Lycan Alpha Caine of The Crimson Caine," I said as I raised my hands out to the side, knowing whoever it was that made that noise would be listening to my words. "I acquire an audience with the Silver Shadow." All of a sudden, there was a man who was hidden by a shadow that finally stepped out into view from behind a large oak tree. "You are a long way from home," Raiven said as he started to walk closer to us.

His presence radiated an aura of cold, calculated power, a stark contrast to the warmth and comfort of Elara's healing chamber. "Who are you?" Amelia whispered, her voice trembling. The figure chuckled, a dry, rasping sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You may call me Shadow,” he said, his voice a low growl. "And I've come for you, Oracle." Elara, her face pale with fear, stepped in front of Amelia, her hands outstretched in a gesture of protection. "You cannot harm her,” she said, her voice firm despite her fear. "She is under my protection."

“She is my pride and joy, Joan. No matter how long it has been, I will never forget the angel face of my daughter. N'est ce pas comme ça, Joan?” Joan cannot help but laugh to his heart’s content at his friend’s hilarious tease, “Ahahaha! Gary, your teasing talents haven’t deteriorated in ten years. You are right, even if I went blind, I’m confident I’d identify my children by their voices as parents.” Both guys are laughing and reminiscing, leaving Shadow to do his best to keep his curiosity hidden. “Now, Joan, do you think we should pay attention to Shadow’s question this time? Based on his disturbed expression, there are a lot of things he wants to know.”