Black Ninjato Sword Novels & Stories

I gasped. Though his head didn’t move, I felt his eyes on me for a second, then he dragged the blade out just as mercilessly as he stuck it in. A single look was enough to convey his thought because the next moment his men were moving, they dragged the intruders out of the room heading in the direction of the study. Glaring at the floor, Niko wipes the bloody blade on the sleeves of his jacket, then the blade disappears into his sleeve, where he likely strapped the sheath to his wrist. It seems I was the only one who didn’t think to come armed.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

Its owner and the weaver, Swift Indigo, was like a skilled seamstress, as her sword gently pushed towards Black Hand. Black Hand had a look of pure concentration on his face. His eyes were fully focused on the frame of Swift Indigo and her sword. The slender blade of her sword didn’t cause him to feel any comfort in any way. The blade was of a narrower width, but it didn’t destroy its imposing manner in any way. As the weapon approached him, he felt a chill fill his entire being. It wasn’t from fear, but the blade itself!

She didn't want to have to explain Somito dropping her off to both of them. "Especially not Nomo Sofia was about to open it when Somito called out, “Hang on.” She glanced over in time to see him reach into the pocket of his jacket, draw out what appeared to be a knife secured in a leather holster. “I want you to take this,” he said. Sofia took the knife and unclipped the holster. Sofia slid the leather holster off, revealing a short sword with a length of about four inches, and blue lines running down its side, resembling those on Somito’s tattoos.

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Andrew added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialised of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana; this is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. Jezz, the man was in love with his sword, she watched him hold the sword with precise thrust and swing in perfect fast motion. Oh! Those arms! And how on earth was she going to concentrate when the man was half-naked? His shoulders and chest were sweating, and those abs! Holy mackerel. Who could have concentrated on that? Any daughter of Eve would be drooling.

Then took out his boning knife, spinning it in between his fingers, he palmed it, readying himself. "You come against us with a boning knife, what are we? Chickens?" The leader chuckled, mocking him. "We'll see who will laugh last," he calmly said. The smug smile was wiped away from the leader's face as he raised his sword to attack, the three other jaguar ninjas followed suit, closing in on them. "Now!" He screamed at Bernice who started sprinting away toward the exit. One of the ninjas tried to run after her, Rojan was behind him in a flash as he held him by his cloth and flung him back against a pillar. The force of the impact made the walls around them vibrate.

A person who did not respect others was not worthy of respect! Yang Xiao wasn’t the type of person to judge a book by its cover, but he was definitely an eye for an eye! “Boasting shamelessly!” Grand Tutor Hedao raised the sword in his hand! The sword he was using was Japan's unique Japanese sword! It was slender and slightly curved! In the hands of Shangyuan Hedao, this sword was more like a poisonous snake that swallowed cold light. Swoosh! Upper Court Crane Path’s sword stabbed out! It was as if a cold and slippery viper had suddenly flicked out its tongue!

However, instead of retreating, the ninja reached into his apparel and drew out a sharp sword which glistened in the dark. Well, regardless of whatever strength he thought he possessed, Andrea saw Carrie retrain him in one swift move, knocking out the sword in his hands towards Andrea. Andrea was about to walk forward when the symbol on the handle of the sword caught her attention. She squatted and picked it up. "Why do you have this sword?" She asked, stepping closer to the ninja. She was about to rip out his head covering when Carrie blocked her. "It completely embarrasses them when they can't deliver the job they were assigned and still gets their identity exposed." Carrie said.