Hunted Ninjago の小説・ストーリー

I shout, “If you are going to sink that fucking dagger into his heart, now would be the time to do it!” I watch Hunji stumble across the battlefield, swords in hand yet one hand still grips his side where the wound is open and bleeding. Rhett raises his bow and takes aim. His breath steadies and I hold mine. Hunji finds his footing and strength and quickly moves across the muddy and rocky terrain toward the fight against the underworld god. There’s a crackling in my ear and Lyric’s voice filters through “We got the prey birds, finish the job. Take him down!” I had forgotten we had the coms.

Claude warned his friend on the other side. Jai’s knowledge about ninjas are only from the animated movies that he saw. Even in the movies, ninjas are shown to be swift in their movements, and is a master of disguise. While Jai didn’t know if they have definitive outfits or not—because the movie he usually watched shows the ninjas wearing casual outfits, along with blue or black ninja boots that show their toes—but he knew the thing that he should look out for is the hands. Even in movies, their hands could swiftly change weapons in a matter of millisecond. If he misses that weird movement, he could die.

It was ninjas! “Attack!” Five ninjas appeared out of nowhere. As soon as they witnessed the hidden weapon had hit the target, they rushed out joyously and started throwing all kinds of hidden weapons at Alex. One of them reminded the others, “Careful, we need him alive.” However, Alex couldn’t understand Japanese at all. He was now sweating cold bullets out of shock. It was not because of the ambush by the few ninjas, but due to the blood-red bead.

He made a gesture in the air, drawing an evil-repelling talisman. When the monster saw the talisman, it hurriedly avoided it. The ninjas quickly rushed forward to protect the monster while attacking Kiran. Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Kiran lifted his hand and shot needles at the ninjas. They all fell unconscious before they could even get close to Kiran. The remaining ninjas were in chaos, not knowing what to do. Blah blah blah! The black-haired monster shouted a few times and rushed at Kiran again. “Mr. Shimada!”

You wouldn't know what hit you when they launch their attack. The team of eight men plus the three of us is all Hunter Gambino and his flock will have to face. We split ourselves into three groups. The snippers take their position. The second team of six men will sneak in and take out the men from inside while Hugo, Gino and I will walk leisurely through the front doors. Hunter won't be expecting us to arrive ahead of time. He knows I can't risk getting Megan caught in the crossfire. I don't know how that woman managed to get Megan out but she did say that she left unnoticed.

“Since abolishing the Lycan monarchy became more important than upholding a century-long tradition,” So not only did Nate betray his King and friend, putting Kiera in jeopardy and practically spitting on all of us, but he wanted to partake in a tradition where they Hunt girls and catch them like prey. He wants to force some poor girl into submission. That’s what the Hunt was, a forceful submission where the girls bow their necks and strip naked for their man. “That’s a tasty way of seeing it,” Zade grinned. My scowl deepened and I glared at him. Disgusting, all of them.

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

he began, his voice deep and commanding, “our pack has stood strong through trials. We survived rogue attacks, rivalries, and losses. But strength is not maintained—it must be proven.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. I knew what was coming before he spoke the words. “The Annual Hunt begins tomorrow at dawn.” Gasps, cheers, and growls of excitement echoed. The Hunt. A brutal tradition where warriors were sent into the forest to track and kill rogues, competing for honor, recognition, and rank and also a way to get rid of unwanted and unmated and rejected female wolves, they are sent to the forest and hunted down by male wolves. if they are caught, they are either mated or killed, if they

I said looking my gaze at my beautiful mate who tackled Trist on the ground and now running across the field giggling. "Should I turn him dad"? I asked but Dad just shook his head. "Let him adjust a bit. Eventually he has to be changed. We can’t risk a human Luna in a pack right". He locked his gaze back to the field now. A big grin adorned his face when he saw Swift handling the arrow, pulling the arc perfectly. Everyone was anticipating his pull. And then. Plopp. We all bursted into laughter when the arrow fell down on the ground. Swift looked around and dropped the bow too. He sat down pouting and sulking. But he wasn’t upset. I know my mate.

And in less than a few seconds someone jumped from behind the tree where we were standing. And when we saw who it was, Aikee and I immediately jumped back. I immediately prepared my sword. As Aikee immediately grabbed his shuriken. Argus's Hunter grinned at us. The hunter we once faced in the center. The Hunter we totally avoid. The hunter whose only weapon is his sniper. The hunter with that name. . . Sandro. "Calm down old -fashioned hunters," he laughed. "Nice meeting you again . . . Prodigies . . . "