Hunted Ninjago Novels & Stories

This will be fun. Before the Hunter reroute the roots to where I am now, I jump into the air and lurching at one of the tall trees, I cut off a thick branch and hit him with him. Disorienting one of them, I go for the other who seem to have taken out a Hunga Munga, held in his hands firmly.

I grumbled. “Look, we can’t dance around this. We need to find this thing and either run it out of town, or kill it. I’d prefer to capture it so we can figure out what it is and how it might be affecting humans. So tonight, we hunt.” Jack groaned, but Mack smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Yes.” Charlie just watched me. “Where?” I tried to act casual. “It’s been sighted in the woods around the library several times. Let’s start there and see where the night leads us.”

"But it was worth it if it means we can take down those creatures." Marcus nodded, feeling a sense of determination rising in him. "Let's do this." The night of the hunt arrived, and Marcus, Jackson, and a group of their best fighters set out into the woods. They had set up traps and were armed with their silver weapons, ready for whatever came their way. As they walked through the trees, they heard a low growling sound coming from ahead of them. They signaled to each other to move forward, and soon they saw the creatures in the distance.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

he told me. "Charles" I whispered placing my hand on top of his lightly causing him to look at me sympathy in his eyes "I'll be careful, I know they all will jump at the chance to hurt me" I whispered out. "There's two section one starts in thirty minutes, hand to hand combat, but the second one" he started while taking a deep breath "it's the hunt" he whispered. "What's the hunt" I questioned him. "The hunt is where your partnered with one other person, but" he said looking up into my eye's again "but if one dies no charges are pressed, its fair game" he stated quietly causing me to let out a gasp and my eye's to widen.

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

He even had a scar on his arm from them too. As such Nagos didn’t mind killing a zarowl. He actually liked the idea of turning the tables from being hunted to being the hunter. He drew the knife from his waistband as they neared the zarowl. He was ready to kill the tired beast. Nagos ran in towards the zarowl aiming for its eyes. The eyes were the best place to kill them as he had come to learn. Though this did bring lots of dangers with it and this time was no exception. This time was even more evident as he was too excited about going home as he missed.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Uncle Ronnie said, just as everything went quiet. “I don't think we need to go hunting, I think we're the hunted this time around.” Uncle Bubba said as he held his gun ready to pull the trigger at first sight. A throwing star flew directly at Big C head he barely dodged it, as he fired his weapon in the same direction. Knowing he hit his mark when he heard the sound of a body hitting the ground, and the rest of the Ninja's descended upon them as they fired shot after shot. They wanted to get as many as they can so they didn't have to fight a whole army of ninjas.

“Are you ready? Or perhaps it’s too early?” Kiara looked away, clenching her jaws. She was angry, but she was curious too. “What’s the hunt?” “It’s just as the name suggested. It’s a hunt, wolves eligible goes to the dangerous forest of Dojung and hunt whatever it is they find. The weak cannot accompany the strong there, for even the rabbits and squirrels there are dangerous.” “T-Then won’t they get hurt?” “Damion and Gabe?” Kiara nodded.