Kai Green Ninja Novels & Stories

Kai was notorious for dating, or if you can call his crazy fucking dating, blonde girls…well, girls with silver blonde hair. Morgan had silver blonde hair, and every other girl I saw around him, except Sloane, Amara, and Seraphina, had the same color of hair. I had hair as dark as the forest once it hit twelve midnight…it was so dark, having to dye it blonde would probably require the lord’s intervention. "Don't look so terrified, Green," Kai murmured, stepping closer until the heat from his body chased away the morning chill backed by the sun…I swallowed, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me, and wafting into my nose so it made me shiver.

Good. At 2:58 the door opened. Kieran stepped in. Thirty-two. Six-three. Dark blond hair tied back in a loose bun, sharp jaw, green eyes that always seemed to see more than he let on. Sleeves of black ink running up both arms—geometric patterns, a few Norse runes, one small rose on his forearm that he never explained. Today he wore a fitted gray tank that clung to his chest and shoulders, black shorts that showed the thick cords of muscle in his thighs, and black trainers. A black wrist wrap on his left hand. He carried a water bottle and his phone.

Pure, bitter envy for a connection that looked like it could survive a war. He should have walked away. He should have disappeared into the Sopttyi back alleys and reported back to Eleanor Nash. But his feet wouldn't move. He was mesmerized by the dark-haired one—Kan. Kan had wavy, chin-length hair and a jawline that looked like it was carved from granite. His eyes were a chilling silver-grey, but they’d flared a vibrant, toxic green in the heat of the act. What the hell are they? Timothy wondered.

Two cadets were on the ground, one clutching a twisted wrist, the other unconscious. Gryphon was scrambling backward, his face a mask of sheer terror. And Kai. Kai stood over them, his knuckles bloody, his body radiating a power I had never fully seen. He was not the arrogant heir or the careful strategist in that moment. He was an avenging storm. He looked at Gryphon and delivered his message, a promise of violence that chilled the very air. Then he was climbing, a powerful, relentless motion that spoke of a fury barely contained.

But tonight, the only scandal I wanted was the one standing ten feet behind me, silent as always. His name was Kai Lennox. Thirty-four. Ex-Special Forces. Six-foot-four of pure, disciplined muscle wrapped in tailored black suits that did nothing to hide the predator beneath. Broad shoulders, chest like a wall, arms corded with veins that spoke of years hauling gear through war zones. Dark hair cropped short, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes the color of storm clouds, gray, unreadable, always watching. He’d been my personal bodyguard for eighteen months now. Closer than any lover I’d ever had, and yet we’d never crossed that line.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

KAI I stand motionless, enveloped by the ancient pines sprawling behind the Obsidian Shrine within the borders of the Silent Crest Grounds—the pack’s restricted burial terrain. Cain is positioned roughly ten feet ahead of me, his oversized dark lenses shielding his face from the first rays of dawn piercing the heavy timber canopy. The morning light isn't fully blinding yet, but he keeps them on to mask the lingering discoloration from Ethan's assault. The purple shadows aren't as severe as they were a few rotations ago, but they still carry the raw signature of the violence.

Kia said, he hadn't left yet. “ H-how did you know?” I stuttered. Was he disappointed? Did this bastard Anakin tell him?? Argh! This can't be good. “ Anakin fights in a peculiar manner that is known only by few people. Not to mention that he is the only knight and person that fights with a katana which he passed down to his regiment,” Kia explained. It felt like my hard work had gone to waste now. Maybe I should just apologize and come clean but I didn't really do anything wrong. I mean, I just trained secretly.

The only reason I was coming to the gym in the night. "Aurora, you are here." He smiled just as my gaze landed on him. Kia is my trainer, he hasn't always been but my former trainer broke his leg and had to be replaced. I was kinda happy though. It feels really good to finally have someone hot training you. I mean, it's something to look forward to every gym day. Kai is a man in his early thirties, ocean blue eyes, down turned lips, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders and he was very tall and insanely attractive.

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.