Hunted Ninjago Novels & Stories

Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely. I liked it like this, no one recognizing me in different clothes and a different posture. This was another version of me. The wig I had on itched badly as the colored contacts caused my eyes to water. But my disguise was necessary. I could not risk anyone recognizing me, Vittorio Leone's disappointment of a son, in a place such as this. I didn't want to be the useless son here, just another stranger looking for a drink. Maybe a hard fuck too. I made my way to the counter where my order for a drink was answered quickly.

My body buzzed with tension, every instinct screaming that something wasn’t right. And then, the gunshot. It was too close. I twisted, moving out of the way just in time as the bullet sliced through the air where I’d been standing. A growl ripped from my throat, my body surging forward as I shifted midair. The transformation sharpened everything—the scents, the sounds, the movement in the shadows. My eyes locked onto one of the hunters pressed against a tree, his rifle raised. I didn’t give him the chance to fire again.

So, he suddenly shouted, “Quick! Yahiko is trying to escape!” After that, the ninja used some strength and force to pull out the ninjato. He stepped up on the roof of the car as he prepared to kill Yahiko. When the other ninjas saw that Yahiko was trying to escape, they immediately went crazy and killed both of Yahiko’s ninjas before rushing toward Yahiko in a big group! As this happened, Yahiko felt his legs becoming even weaker, and his efforts to desperately try and stand up were to no avail at all.

My life wasn’t what I had just experienced. The Hunter in me kicked into overdrive. I pulled my knife from its holster, ripping my lips from Max’s and attempted to shove my knife between his ribs through his chest. He was too fast and grabbed my knife with his hand. I watched as the silver burned his palm, but he didn’t make a sound, he just threw the knife from my hand across the room.

“Have those ninjas been caught?” “Yes, they were captured.” Maxime explained. “But they were very stubborn and didn’t reveal useful information. These ninjas came prepared. They all bit the highly poisonous poison hidden in their teeth and committed suicide shortly after we caught them. We lost all of our clues as a result. “The only useful clue we found among the corpses of this group of ninjas was that each of them has a plum blossom tattooed on their bodies. Hence, we’ve given them the name ‘Ume Ninja’.”

"Zion wanted to pull Nathaniel, but Nathaniel suddenly turned around and shot a dagger out from his sleeve while aiming straight for the tiger's eyes." Take your mommy away first! "After saying that, Nathaniel jumped up and directly confronted the tiger." Mango's heart was beating fast when she saw this. "Although she knew that this was an ancient forest, and she expected wild animals would appear, she still couldn't believe that this was happening as she witnessed this with her own eyes." "Zion, you go first." Mango caught him and threw him out. "No, mommy." "Although Zion was unwilling, he was still a child. After being thrown to the side by Mango, he thought that he would land safely. How

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.

Thanks to Noah’s dish, the beta was getting an upper hand over his enemy. Hudson locked the black-assassin on his neck and twisted it with both hands—Crack! The ninja died instantly. “They took the kids!” Hudson shouted while approaching his comrades, his usual calmed-face turned panicked. When Wade, Martha, and Hudson quickly went outside to pick up the kids, Noah went to his room and grabbed his silver weapon. ‘As long as they live, they won't stop haunting me…’ Noah gripped his twin dagger and followed them downstairs, ’I need to kill them all, once and for all before they could harm those around me!’

And his eyes—goddess, his eyes—were a molten gold that seemed to see straight through me, sharp and hungry, like a predator sizing up his prey. Jag was tugging at me to go to him. But I froze, Alpha's words screaming in my head..“No breeding out!!” His only rule, and I was about to break it, Goddess help me, I’m in over my head. Jag agreed with a heat of her own. “Nice ride,” he said, his voice low, edged with heat. “Ninja 350, right? Didn’t think anyone else on this mountain had taste.” My heart stuttered. He’d noticed my bike before he’d even noticed me.

“You may follow the marked paths, but you are not required to remain on them. If you reach sanctuary before sunrise, you must cross fully through the temple doors before claiming protection.” His gaze hardened. “Standing near the boundary will not save you.” A nervous laugh came from somewhere along the line. No one joined it. “If you are physically restrained by a hunter and he declares his claim before an official witness, your Hunt is over.” Aldric turned toward us. “Hunters may claim only one participant. Once declared, a claim cannot be abandoned or exchanged.” His eyes moved across the Alphas. “No hunter may cross the white boundary until the second horn sounds. Anyone who leaves early