Black Naruto Novels & Stories

Nico My trainer is ready as he stands in his black, knee length shorts, his bald head with a tattoo on it of a skull with a patch over one skull eye. Not very attractive which is a shame because Nikolei is a good-looking man, he has dark skin with amber eyes, almost like a cat. “Morning Boss, where is the lady?”

Hunter said. "We don't know who Silvia is," The other guy croaked out and Hunter's eyes darkened. Putting his phone aside. He barked at his men who scurried inside. "Strip them," Hunter ordered and their faces paled. His men did as told and within seconds both the guys stood there butt naked with their hands tied behind their backs. "One of you shift," Hunter said looking at one of his men who shifted quickly into his wolf form. "I want you to f*ck that guy," Hunter said pointing at the f*cker who looked as if his soul left his body.

But the burden of leadership was heavy, and the dangers they faced were growing by the day. “We have allies,” Theo said, breaking the silence. “But we also have enemies, and we need to be prepared for both. Let’s continue with the other packs outside Rysterbia.” He pointed to a region in Southeast Asia. “The Namo Ganga pack, led by Alpha Bhairava. They’re one of the oldest and most respected packs, known for their honour and martial prowess. Bhairava is a warrior, but he’s also a man of great wisdom. Earning their respect will be crucial.”

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

As the gold completely surrounds us, there is a loud band and a dark figure appears in front of us. “Ma Vista’s.” The slow pronunciation causes shivers to go down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “It’s about time this meeting was called.” Confusion seems to ripple around the room and the black figure continues to transform before our very eyes. A large pointy hat forms on his head and immediately I register who it is. Glancing at Natalie I notice that she also has drawn the connection between the two. “So, you do know who I am Ma Vista’s.” The sentence sounds like a question the way he says it, but there is no mistaking that the line is really a statement.

I stood in the center of the pit, my four paws dug into the blood-soaked sand. My vision wasn't human anymore; it was a high-definition map of heat and vibration. Nara was cowering. She scrambled back on all fours, her grey tail tucked tight against her belly. She had been built to be a predator, but in the presence of the White Wolf, she looked like a stray dog. "Nara, stand down!" Silas’s voice shrieked over the intercom, cracking with a greedy edge.

The black haired smirked before slightly licking the blonde at the ears making him flush red and said- "You're mine, Naruto-chan!" Jason: (⊙_⊙) Jack: (ㆆ-ㆆ) Jennifer: ㅍ_ㅍ Jessica: (>\\\\\\<) Jean: (Grade-A Straight Male) *disgust.gif* Jerry: °.°•(((p(≧□≦)q)))•°.° "AHHH!!!! AM SO SORRY!!!!" Jerry screeched. *** "So you're a fudanshi! Ah! Am a fujoshi too~ let's be besties Jer~," Jessica said while staring with glittering eyes at Jerry.

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”