Hidden Mist Shinobi Novels & Stories

But then there was silence. I saw a big tree not far away from me, so I crawled over there with my meager belongings and hid behind it. My leg started to bleed really fast and that was when I saw that the gash was immensely deep and the pain I felt started to be real. I could not see much but I could make out the blood that was already all over the floor. Shit. The. I heard voices. They were near and they were talking. “Why would she be the only person not around now? And why is the alpha king making this mandatory?” One said. I clutched my hands to my chest in fear of being caught.

Chapter 43 Shadow Weavers of Shinjuku The attack of the Shadow-Weavers was not a chaotic lunge like the New Breed spider monsters; it was a silent, coordinated execution maneuver that moved with the terrifying speed of an electrical current. The three indigo-clad figures didn't make a sound as their boots left the wet cobblestones, their bodies dissolving into fluid ribbons of black mist that blurred into the shadows of the narrow alleyway before Laila could even draw her hands from her leather trench coat.

The sounds from the hall fading as I make my way with the dim light sticking out of thick trees. How do I know she’s in this woods? I sighted her hand purse the minute I got into the car. The gold purse laid on the bench close to the parking lot, certainly she can’t be that careless, besides she’s here for a mission. I'm deep in the woods when something catches my attention, his built is familiar, not just at the party, I can swear I've met him before, plus him standing, like he's towering over something doesn't lessen my suspicion.

Even in silence, he had that cool vibe that made me want to mess with him a bit. "Hey, what's your name?" "Jim." A single bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he looked at me, catching the moonlight and sparkling so brightly it left me speechless. I tossed him a wooden bow. "Catch. You'll need this to stay alive." Jim looked confused, his brow furrowed in thought. He hurried to keep pace with me. "Aren't you curious who killed me? Or why did I end up buried in a stranger's grave?" There was a hint of anger in his voice.

The shrine, usually a refuge, now felt like a pressure chamber, amplifying every heartbeat, every tremble. Lila knelt before the altar, her black curls falling in disheveled waves around her face, damp from the earlier mist of the woods that still clung to her like a second skin. At eighteen, her delicate yet resilient frame was hunched in concentration, her healer's robe of soft gray wool pooling around her on the rug, its hems frayed from the day's trials. Her sapphire-blue eyes, usually bright with empathy, were half-closed in trance, but fear etched lines around them—fear that twisted her stomach into knots, grief for her missing brother Toren gnawing at her heart like a relentless wolf,

The name was one I had never heard before, but it felt so familiar to me. I spun around and that was when I saw her. It was only for a heartbeat, but I swear there was a woman standing at the far corner where the hedge curved away. She was still—too still—and her face was hidden by the hood of a deep green cloak. There was something unnatural in the way she seemed to blend into the shadows, as if she belonged to them. I blinked, and she was gone. A chill ran down my spine. I glanced around, but no one else seemed to have noticed. Cassian was pointing out some historical detail to Xerxes, Maia was laughing at something Dorian had said, and Nasir’s gaze was fixed in the opposite direction.

At some point Chloe had fallen asleep, however the depths of slumber were far from peaceful or energising. The moment her eyes shut Chloe found herself surrounded by watery images of the snowy forest. Blood stained the pure white blanket while the shadows of everything stretched out from the base of trees or bushes, crawling towards her like worshippers. Despite not having a thread of clothing to protect her, Chloe didn't feel the cold. She felt calm and safe.

“It’s not just the altitude. Something’s creating it.” From behind them, Valeria, the witch who had joined their group, spoke up. “The Shadow Order often uses environmental magic to disorient their enemies. This mist is meant to confuse us, perhaps even divide us.” “Then we stick together,” Kane said firmly. “No one breaks formation.” The mist thickened as they pressed on, reducing visibility to mere feet. Lyra tightened her grip on the reins, her wolf restless beneath her skin. Thalia growled in her mind, a low rumble of unease.

"I wish I could be a mirror at this moment so that you could see your faces. It's so beautiful. It's almost as if I won the battle and I'm coming in here to discuss the teams of what should have been an unconditional surrender. I got hoodwinked by one of you. I know it that no one from Yan could make such a plan such that I would get deserted by my own soldiers to return home instead of fighting for me. It's impossible. It's no one here whom could make that as true as someone I know. It's someone I've been looking for for a long time, but there is no way that she could be here amongst you hiding in plain sight. It would be so like her as well to do this to me." Yan Ming tensed behind

Almost feeling the black dots forming in front of his eyes. "Sensai wasnt there an-and I wanted to show you something," Takeshi said dropping his bag down with a soft thud. Making Koishi finally acknowledge his own surrounding, seeing himself in the middle of the woods. "Ah, why are w-we in the middle of the woods?" Koishi asked with a confused look over his face taking the bottle out of his bag. "Wait don't tell me you are going to kill me off here. well, it's a nice place to hide-"