Funny Ninjas Novels & Stories

The ninja, who bore the appearance of a frog, was frothing with anger. He shot a furious glare at Yvonne, gritting his teeth. “You Country H bastards! How dare you hurt me?! I’ll let you know what it means to die without a burial ground!” Harvey took a step forward, his face cold. Right then, the frog-faced ninja waved his hands. Different sized beads flew out immediately and exploded in the air. The explosion formed another mist, which then began to close in on Harvey and the others at a steady pace. Harvey’s face changed frantically. He grabbed Yvonne and rolled away with her in his arms.

He smiled, thinking they still had some time since the other cars were still far away trying not to hit anymore tree stumps. He was about to climb back inside the truck, when he saw two ninjas climb up on top of his uncle’s truck and began heading his way. He was shocked when he saw the ninjas jumping and flying in the air like you see on movies, jumping from truck to truck. Kain knew he had to kill them before they got too close to him. So he aimed his gun at them and fired two shots back to back. They dodged those bullets easily, but what they didn't expect was for him to have another gun, that he fired two more shots. A bullet landed between one of the ninja's eyes, but the second bullet

No point in putting clean clothes on without showering first. A mere twenty minutes later, I was admiring my reflection in the mirror. Loud rock music blared from the living room, and I smiled at the door before peering at myself again. I’d lightened my hair right before starting my new position, and got it trimmed so that it just brushed against my shoulder blades. Since beginning outpatient treatment, the color was returning to my cheeks and I actually felt somewhat normal again. Sashaying into my faded blue skinny jeans that were starting to fit somewhat snug, I completed the outfit with one of my favorite black baby doll shirts. A touch of mascara and swipe of cherry flavored lip balm la

The air crackled with their adrenaline and camaraderie, their anticipation for the upcoming game contagious. As I pushed my way through the crowd, one guy jeered, "Hey, look at Shorty over here! What's your sport, little man? Mini-golf?" Laughter erupted around me. Another chimed in, "More like the Elf Olympics!" Their laughter felt like a punch to the gut, but I wasn't surprised. I already knew my height would be another point of contention I'd have to deal with here. Trying to mask my discomfort, I shot back, "You know what they say about us little guys, right? We're like ninjas, here one moment, gone the next." Their laughter only grew louder, echoing loudly in my ears.

“Everything is covered in black clothing except for their eyes.” A chuckle leaves my lips, distracting me from the newcomer that entered the hut when we were distracted. The sound of his voice halts our laughter as all eyes turn towards the hut door. “They are not ninjas.” He says, his voice a soothing lilt that moves through me in an unexpected way.

“What did you do?” “Oh, we planned the ultimate prank day. It started with Nobu—Kai and I convinced him there was a rogue sighting near the training grounds. He ran out, half-dressed, only to find nothing.” I laughed. “Poor Nobu.” Fynn smirked. “Oh, that was just the beginning. The best one? We filled Grandpa’s boots with mud and leaves while he was napping under a tree.” I gasped, wide-eyed. “No way!”

My gaze swept across every single one of them. “And if everyone has to hide because of me, then I’d rather—” “Don’t be stupid!” James cut me off immediately and made the final decision. “You’ll keep going to school. But we’re arranging personal protection for you.” The next day, when I walked into the classroom, two “transfer students” followed behind me. Dad Number Ninety-Two, Bradley, and Dad Number Thirty-Eight, Caleb. Both were former top-tier mercenaries. With their crew cuts and school uniforms matching mine, disguised as eighteen-year-old students, they looked strangely natural.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

"You will Alex, you will regret this and feel the pain I felt when you held something I should have a long time ago" Seven ninjas smartly jumped the fence of the school and ran discreetly to the uncompleted library building, as they moved past the Mark class, he felt their movement and told Linda that he have to go to the library completed building go check something. The ninjas got to the building and killed all the students there in a single move. "What the hell" Alex shouted while the ninjas surrounded him "Easy guys"Kelvin said to the ninjas, "you see Alex ,I own this little word that we are in, there is nothing you can do to stop me" he said as he faces Alex

Naina slowly raises her neck and looks towards Kunal. “You…why are you laughing??” Naina said crying in the same way. Without saying anything, Kunal came near her and started wiping her tears while looking at her lovingly. He slowly said to Naina, "Naina....! I was joking." As soon as Naina heard these words of Kunal, she looked at Kunal with surprise and said, "What? Are you kidding?" "Yes...!" Naina's blood boiled at this joke of Kunal's...she pushed Kunal's shoulders hard with her hands and shouted angrily, "Do you know how scared I was because of this joke of yours? How much I felt scared of myself. I was getting angry."