The Young Master In The Shadows Novels & Stories

"Classic characters in movies?" Medusa took a breath of cold air, and the hairs on her body stood up. There are all kinds of brutal and bloody organizations in the dark forces, but if you want to choose the most brutal one, it must be Shadow. And according to legend, Shadow Master is practicing an extremely evil technique. Every few years, he will personally select sacrifices to help himself reach a higher level of strength. The selected sacrifices must be flawless and talented. Shadow Master will drain the blood of those sacrifices while they are alive, and then suck fresh blood while practicing.

Ferretti, not his half-brother, and certainly not this girl who had nearly become his sub. Lyla quickly realized her recklessness. She knew that Jessica’s actions were driven by jealousy, not entirely Shadow Master’s fault. She had simply lost control of her emotions and lashed out at him in the heat of the moment. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant…” she began, trying to explain as she moved toward the desk to gather her things. “I think I should just go.” But as soon as she reached for her laptop, Shadow Master seized her wrist. Trained in combat from a young age, he had killed two family traitors with his bare hands when he was just 16. Handling someone like Lyla, who had no combat exper

Silver slowly walks toward him while he’s slowly retreating along with all of his guards that are still frightened silly. The young master tried to look around to find a lifeline until he looked down and saw his suit, and suddenly the plan hatched in his mind. “Humph! Kneel!!” The young master shouted at gold and silver with confidence, it’s like the cowardly display just a few seconds ago didn’t happen at all. The group of soldiers looks at The Young master like they are seeing a world-class idiot. Is this guy just frightened silly until he turned into a retard?

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."

Hyde then smiled and said, “My Young Master is literally right in front of you.” “Where is he?” Shaelyn looked around to search for this “Young Master”. Immediately she seemed to have realized something as her gaze finally landed on Zayn, who was beside Mr. Hyde. Then, she could not conceal her shock as she said, “Mr. Hyde, you can’t possibly mean that this man beside you is your Young Master now, could you?”

Sure enough, Quentin’s subordinate spoke up— “The person that the young master is looking for is called Lone Shadow. Lone Shadow was the one who rescued the young master when he was in danger last time. There’s also a rumor spreading among many of us, saying that the young master fell in love with that mercenary named Lone Shadow at first sight…”

The tension in the room that had become a living, breathing entity on its own and his heart was beating erratically at the thought of his master’s wrath. “Yo-“ he started, but he never got to complete his sentence. The master turned towards him with inhumane speed and before the guard could blink or scream, the very shadows which he believed to be his element wrapped around him, suffocating him. He didn’t even realise when the cloak around him fell away and his body became visible. As he tried to struggle, the shadows weaved around him, sucking the life out of him slowly. Within moments in the place where a mighty shadow guard stood, a husk of a man with no life stood still for a moment befo

The sound rattled the very air, scraping against Ron’s ears like nails on a chalkboard. “Finally.” The Shadow Master’s voice thundered with glee. “To think of all the centuries, all the schemes, all the blood I had to spill to get the Dark Lord’s heart.” “Bring them back!” Ron cried, stumbling forward, for he realised the Shadow Master had lied to him. “You promised!” The winds surged violently, whirling debris into the air as the cloaked figure rose above the square. He peered down at Ron, eyes gleaming faintly beneath the hood.

He led a group of trusted subordinates and charged directly at the black shadow. "Swish!" But just as they exchanged blows, bursts of strange noises were heard. Later, the black shadow was like a ghost as it already rushed behind them. They looked down and couldn't help but be shocked. At this moment, there was actually a long scar on the abdomen of every single one of them. When they touched it carefully, they actually saw blood slowly flowing out from within... What shocked them even more was that their Young Master had disappeared...

Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood