What Is The Shadow Man Novels & Stories

"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."

He looked like a warrior from a forgotten age, his armor covered in the runes of the Pre-Script. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am the **First Shadow**," the man said, his voice a rasping growl. "I am the one Silas was modeled after. And I’ve been waiting ten thousand years for someone to break the Founder’s lock so I could finish what I started." --- ### The Rebellion of the Nulls The First Shadow didn't wait for an answer. He moved with a speed that defied physics, a blur of rusted metal and violet darkness. He tore through the Nulls like a wolf through sheep, his shadow-blades cutting through brass and bone as if it were paper.

He cannot be here. One look at those dangerously bulky muscles, and the black mask over his eyes tell me that I'm wrong. He is here. I feel my heart drop to the bottom of my shoes, because staring back at me with eyes as hard as stone is the Shadow Man, or the Black Void, as I like to call him. The source of my everyday torture and nightmares.

How many more dark shadows would darken my life? “I can’t believe you didn’t give up your firm for my happiness. This man is a monster,” I screamed at her as loud as I could after biting Kevin. I wished I had run away, but he quickly grabbed my hand. I thought he was going to get mad, but he started laughing sadistically. He was enjoying our argument, our misery. I didn’t think there were such people in the world. I didn’t realize that the man I had sworn my love to at the altar was, in fact, a man without scruples, without a heart. He was actually a monster. He physically blocked me, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Emotionally, I was a wreck. Everything I had heard so far was swirling arou

Sloane rubbed at his chin, his blue eyes expressive as he digested the information I had just given out. "What I'm trying to say is that Shadow is powerful, and he can destroy all of us if we aren't careful, and if we don't work together." "If he's so powerful then, why has no one heard about this Shadow guy?" Sloane's right-hand man who looked to be a barefaced pimply young kid spoke up. Daniel spoke up then, making us turn our heads to face him. "Because he worked in secret, using main figureheads like Alphas to pioneer his work underground."

It’s about to be a war like none we have ever seen. Shadow’s POV: I know I heard Shawna Screamed my name from behind the door as I banged on it. I looked at the camera that was hidden in the corner of the door. I know she is in there I could feel it. I didn’t care who saw me, I allowed Rane to come forward. I used my foot to kick in the door. Nothing was going to stop me from getting to Shawna. The door flew off its hinges with three kicks. I saw two old men that looked human but not quite. They must have been dabbling in magic, sad they don’t know what they’re doing is unnatural and they will pay the price. But I hardly cared at this point I could smell Shawna’s scent strongly in here. I gr

“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!”