The Shadow Man Novels & Stories

When the light catches his face, I notice he has short dark hair, neatly trimmed with a fade on the sides, with a well-grown beard that frames his jawline. “You will have your money soon.” The shadow man growls. Moving back into the shadows like that’s where he belongs. “Wait. That wasn’t the deal. I appreciate the money, but I was hoping that maybe we could discuss business with you…” “No,” the shadow man says. His voice is low and dangerous. “Please. Tell—” A growl rumbles through the cabin. “I said no, pup!” The word echoes off the rotting walls with a force that chills me to the bone.

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

Men. They always assume the most dangerous person capable of outrunning them, outthinking them, cutting through their operations like a knife through water — they always assume it is another man. It is so deeply built into how they see the world that it does not even register as an assumption. It is just background fact. Shadow is a man. Shadow must be a man. Because women in their understanding of things are the people being protected, not the people doing the protecting. Not the people doing the other thing either.

“Okay, creepy shadow me, what’s this about? You gonna guilt-trip me or something?” The shadow tilted its head, its eyes glinting with malice. “You hide behind your jokes, but you know the truth, don’t you? You’re afraid. Afraid that when it matters, you’ll fail. That you’ll be nothing more than a coward.” Jamie’s bravado faltered, his grip on the skateboard tightening. “Shut up,” he said, his voice low. “You don’t know me.” The shadow stepped closer, its presence suffocating. “I am you. And you know I’m right.”

I'm going to have her, and if she refuses, I'll kill her. No one says no to Roman and lives. I mindlink her to come to my office immediately, and I wait. I smell her scent before she even knocks on the door. "Come in." Shadow's POV I twist the knob and slowly open the door to let myself in. I close it behind me and stand there waiting for consent to approach or to sit. Alpha Roman has his back towards me and is facing the wall made of floor to ceiling windows behind his wooden oak desk. There's an awkward silence in the room, and I'm starting to feel very uneasy.

She’d already collected three of his enforcers. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She answered with a blade already in hand. “Aria Kane.” The voice was male, rough, familiar in a way that made her wolf stir. “Or should I say Aria Voss?” Her blood turned to ice. “Who the fuck is this?” “Beta Ronan. Shadowthorn sends its regards. The Alpha requires your presence. War is coming with Crimsonfang. He knows about the twins.” Aria laughed coldly. “Tell Kael he can choke on his own knot. I’m not his anymore.”

“I will be” I hung up the phone feeling a bit better. The man in the shadows from my delusion still haunted my mind. I took some deep breaths, and I did my best to shove the thoughts away. I still heard his voice saying, “come home my dove.” Something kept nagging at me though ‘Why were they near grandmothers? What was drawing me back there?’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man

"My little brother was sick, and we were drowning in debt. Wade came to me with a deal. If I framed you, I'd get the cash to pay off our debts and get my brother the surgery he needed. "I wasn't thinking straight, and I just..." Her words trailed off, and I walked away without looking back. Sometimes, the people one felt sorry for had done things that made them hard to like. 'She's reaping what she sowed', I thought to myself.

The man stood up from his seat, he fished out a cigar from his coat's pocket and stuck it between his lips, "You smoke?" He asked her, “ I don’t think Adam and Katy would allow that.” He added with a smirk and she sighed, "I don't." She told the man still keeping a stern face. "You don't have to be all protective and guarded with me, I'm not among the bad guys. Actually, I'm a friend and you can also see me as your savior too." He said, Jacklyn just frowned. Is this man going to tell her who he really is or he's just going to continue beating around the bush.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."