Hellfire Ninja Novels & Stories

My paws froze in the ground. ‘She’s…she’s feral…’ Niru’s sound of distress mirrored my own. ‘Why isn’t she shifted? She shouldn’t be a human if she’s feral.’ Niru only whined, watching with me as she beheaded the closest mercenary to her. She was the ultimate killing machine. Her precision and grace was incredible but the power was something I had never seen. My dad was right. Skylar would have the power to take down Heath if it was one on one. He wouldn’t stand a chance. Not against her like this.

Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky. "Woohoo!" Vivaldi exclaims, his face alive with the thrill of the fight. He charges at the Hunters with the speed of a cheetah on espresso shots, his wild hair whipping in the wind. Bullets, arrows, and other projectiles sail towards him, but he embraces the impact like a metalhead at a mosh pit, making no effort to dodge them.

The room fell silent except for the heavy breathing and the groans of the subdued attackers. Kira stood over the conscious gunman, the leader's body wasn't in good shape because she had used him to serve as her shield, placing her foot on his chest. "Who sent you?" she demanded. He coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "You'll find out soon enough," he spat, defiance still in his eyes. She pressed harder, her expression a mask of fury. "Tell me!" He grinned, his teeth stained red. "Go to hell." Kira's face hardened, “I Am Hell.” and with that she lifted her foot, bringing it down with a final, brutal stomp on his face, knocking the man unconscious immediately. That was one powerful kick.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

Her hands shifted a bit as she positioned her dagger blindly letting her body move on it’s own. She leapt in the air, closed eyes as she surveyed her opponent’s weakness. She then saw her approach too close to her as their faces only an inch away from each other. Hellion swerved her dagger and stabbed blindly in front of her. “Ackkk…” She then twisted the blade as the coughing sound intensifies. She felt a sharp object dug through her shoulder blade as the nails started to be etched deep into her skin. Hellion twisted the dagger even more as she felt a warm liquid flowing into her hand.

Sephora's hand was wreathed in holy-fire when she at last stepped up to the dark Lord. With an earth trembling growl she grabbed Vince by his tussled night black hair, yanking his head back by force - forcing him to look at her for the last time with those haunting grey eyes. He snarled right back at her, his beautiful face twisting with malice and fury. Sephora didn't even hesitate as she pulled back her fist of holy-fire and plunged it straight through Vince's chest. Straight through that pitch dark armour, burning through his rib-cage, right to where his heart should have been and straight through the other side.

Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- I slammed another shadow tendril into the last thug’s chest, pinning him hard against the rooftop vent like a fucking bug. The idiot gasped as his gun clattered uselessly to the gravel. The rain dripped down my violet bodysuit but I paid it no mind “Target neutralized,” I snarled into my earpiece. “Four down. You happy now, team?” “Nyx, wait for backup,” came Captain Helix’s voice echoed “We’ve got Echo and Steel en route. Don’t escalate..”

The impact cracked through the air like thunder. His shell split open under the force of both Hellblades. Cancer’s smug grin vanished. His scream echoed through the arena before his body shattered, breaking into obsidian dust that scattered into the dark water.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.