Hellfire Ninja Novels & Stories

A snarl vibrated against his back, as Lexus vocalized his displeasure. “Don’t bite you fucking, shit. You asked for this asshole,” The alpha complained loudly but began fighting harder to restrain the Brunet. Honestly, it wasn’t even fair. The blond healed as quickly as the wounds opened. Such fucking horseshit. Thanks nature, give every advantage to the stronger one, cause that’s a brilliant idea. Lord help him, Azrin really needed to stop channeling Lex’s attitude when he was upset.

He announced. Fuck. Hellfire Blades were fast, heavy, and dangerous. If one couldn’t control them, they would throw the rider off. I had only ridden them a few times before. My chest tightened, though I didn’t let it show. Ravenspire was notorious, and the Hellfire Blades were not meant for riders who hesitated even once. Still, the more dangerous the challenge, the more satisfying it would be to end Zayne with it. When I looked at Zayne, I caught the tension in his jaw and the stiffness in his shoulders. He wasn’t pleased. For the first time since walking into this hall, he didn’t look so confident. That alone fed something sharp in me.

The weight of the weapon felt solid, sending a familiar sensation that triggered the adrenaline inside her blood. Helga raised the pistol, straightening her right arm. The soreness in her right shoulder from the intruder's knife slash last night suddenly throbbed painfully as her muscles tensed. Helga winced thinly, making her aim slightly shaky. "If you let pain control your finger, you are already dead before having a chance to pull the trigger," Zizie's voice sounded cold right beside her ear. "Pain is the best friend in Neophile City. Pain tells you that you are still alive, and you must pay back those who hurt you twice as cruel."

JESSICA The forest was silent, too silent. The moon hung above like a watchful eye, painting the world in silver and shadow. I swung my blade again and again, each strike slicing through the air with desperate precision. Sweat clung to my skin and burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to stop because all I could think of was revenge. It was ringing in my mind like a bell. Every breath was a reminder of the day the werewolves came. They had taken everything from me. My family, my joy. All that I have left was my uncle and my wonderful friend Mel. My uncle taught me how to fight, how to hide, and how to hate.

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It made everyone jump and fall silent. "What’s happening? Did someone come in late and decide to make a dramatic entrance?" Saphira softly asked. "It's Xavier Hellfire. He’s the alpha of the Dark Walker Pack. He’s extremely powerful, ruthless, and aggressive. No girl wants to be with him due to that. I’ll honestly feel bad for any girl who he gets as a mate," Lilly softly explained to Saphira. Saphira gulped and nodded at this. She hoped that this Xavier wasn’t her mate at all.

She sped up when she found herself approaching a group of drunken young men, terrified of them, jogging over the wet sand towards the shop that was now in her sight. ***************************** It's zero hour, Arn and Kyle entered the cave to burn it, and Jaden and his soldiers stayed outside from the cave. The border of the Black Forest, Isaiah and his band went to protect the eastern side of the sea in order to catch those trying to escape through it.

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."

In front of him, he was holding Brad's handgun and it was aimed right at Vanessa. "Once a slayer, always a slayer," Jake gritted out. Then he pulled the trigger.

I pointed the tip of my staff at the arm, out all the way to the shoulder now, and screamed in defiance, putting all the energy I had left in it. When it hit, I saw in my peripheral the other shift around. They could see it now. Good. Before I had the time to push harder. The Hellhound was already there, swiped the dagger at the arm and severed it right under the elbow. Damn! That worked even better than I thought it would. The Other recoiled in pain. The Hellhound grabbed the arm with his bare hand—which was probably a really bad idea— and threw the limb back inside the tear. I used this instant, when nothing was blocking me, to put all my energy into closing the rift.