Novel & Cerita The Shadow Man

The mysterious man curved his lips with his hand held out to Ann, "I said I know what happened to it." Ann ignored his hand: "Fine, what happened to it?" The man just sat there smiling at Ann with his hand held out. Ann sighed as she took his hand, watching him print a kiss on the back of her hand softly. "The name is Damon." The mysterious man grinned at Ann, "May I know your name?" "That's not important." Said Ann frustratedly, "So, Damon, could you help, or not?" Damon laughed, shaking his head: "The real question is, do you think you can get The Shadow out from your coven's tight watch?"

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

He apologised, untying the rope around my hands and feet. “We?” I asked, rubbing the faint bruises on my arms and ankles, staring back at the man before me. “I and a few friends of mine... They call us the shadows. And there's something we need from you,” he introduced himself. A distorted frown sprawled on my face hearing those words; of course I knew what the shadows stood for. They were dangerous men and women. An occult group who hated the mafia but still not legal, like cops. They were a bunch of armed and dangerous people who tried all they could to get the mafia gone for as long as I recall…

Bayo studied her for a long moment, then leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. Bayo: “You’re chasing a ghost. But… ghosts leave shadows. And Jason’s shadow? It’s darker than you think.” Leah froze. Leah: “What do you mean?” Bayo exhaled smoke, eyes narrowing. Bayo: “There’s a new name in the streets. A man pulling strings. Cold, ruthless, silent. They call him The Shadow. People say he’s not just leading, he’s building an army. And Leah…” He leaned closer, his voice almost cruel.

“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!”

When the man began talking, it felt like he was covering her body in warm honey. "I must apologize to you. I'm Alpha Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers. My head warrior showed me evidence that you had been kidnapping humans. When I looked closer at the evidence, I couldn't determine if what he said was true, so I wanted to do more investigating. Omar?" Alpha Gunnar looked at the warriors, and the large one in front stepped forward, his neck bare in submission. "Yes, alpha." He answered in more of a growl. "Why have you set out to destroy this pack?" Gunnar asked. However, it wasn't Omar who answered.

“Just tell me why you’re here. Please.” I don’t expect him to step forward the way he does. My heart skips a beat, and I step back a few times while I ask myself what I’m doing. The man steps out of the shadows, tall and broad, his presence swallowing the space between us. He’s clad in dark clothes—black, from his boots to the long coat that flutters slightly with the breeze. The fabric is heavy, almost swallowing the light, but it moves like it’s part of him, like it carries a quiet power. His hands rest at his sides, gloved, as if he’s always ready to strike.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to know you’re okay.” “Nothing will ever be okay.” “Why not? It can’t be all that bad.” “You don’t know…” “Is someone trying to hurt you?” “It was a onetime deal… Nobody was supposed to get hurt.” “Who did you make the deal with?” I asked with more authority in my voice. “I can’t.” “At least tell me your name.” “It’s not important.” “I can help you.” “You can’t! Just leave me alone…” -=- I woke up with a start. I didn’t expect to see the shadow man in my dreams ever again, but there he was, asking if I was okay. As if he really cared about my well-being.

a thick voice rang out. My head snapped in that direction as a man—and close to five others—stepped out of the shadows, smiles on their faces. “Okay… this is much more than I imagined,” Robin muttered, turning to them. “Who the hell are you all?” he asked sharply. The man from earlier chuckled. “You don’t need to know anything. We were just told to bring the ones who have been poking around for the Origin.” I raised a brow. “Who?” “The Men of the Shadows,” he yelled. “As you weaklings call them.”

"Unless you want to die here. Your choice. I won't judge either way." "Who are you?" Lyra's voice came out as a croak. Raw, broken, tired. "Someone who knows what it's like to be thrown away." The woman crossed her arms. Her stance was casual but her eyes were alert. Watchful. "Name's Raven. You're in the rogue territories now, girl. This is where packs dump wolves they don't want anymore. Traitors. Criminals. Inconvenient truths. Wolves who asked too many questions or threatened the wrong people."