Katana Uchiha Novels & Stories

Stella asked suspiciously. "There are Dark Shadow's men safeguarding him. However, the man who captured the Young Master dressed up just like Kakashi Hatake. He moved so swiftly that even the three Dark Shadow's men couldn't defeat him." "Kakashi Hatake? Who's that?" Stella's mind was rapidly searching for information on this person, yet she couldn't seem to recall a thing about this guy. "It's a character from the anime, Naruto, whose eyes and face are covered, and he has a strap tied on the forehead. His face is impossible to be recognized even if a picture of him was taken," Anthony explained.

I then catched my X-Blade *Inkcanius predicted that* Mangey grunted. I looked at The Captain, her speed was unmatched. The Captain grabs her Splatana and ran towards me, ready to strike. I immediately parry the attack with a well place kick on The Captain’s Splatana. The Captain was shocked to see me react so quickly. Then I jump back, meanwhile at Corona’s lair, Corona was shocked “how is that possible, I thought Inkcanius wasn’t quick” said Corona. “You would be wrong, Corona” Corona turned around to see Sasuke Uchiha, the Sasaukage walking in “what makes me you say that Sasuke” said Corona.

I need a sounding board. Vampires are unable to produce children, so Nikka, a cat shifter, mothers the entire clan. She's amazing and I've seen her get between two fighting bears three times her size and put them in their place. She bows to no one and she is also the last person you want to be on the outs with. For such a gentle woman, she is fierce when push comes to shove.

Professor Pops chuckled, and I couldn't help the smile that curled up on my lips. "Let's not count on it." He stroked my head with his free hand, and I drew in a deep breath, enjoying his smell: Old books, paper, and cigars. After several minutes I pulled away and considered him. "I'll be stronger, which will make it more difficult for me to die, but I can be killed the same as any human." It was a statement. One that I knew, as I spoke, was correct. "Exactly." He held the blade, still sheathed in a black cover, in both hands. "This is called a jokoto or katana, which is the now universal term."

He looked like he was about to try one last desperate thing. Kishimoto quickly stood up and moved so fast even catching me by surprise. A long curved silver flashed and Hattori's right arm dropped to the floor, the stump of his severed arm sprayed blood all over the place. The piercing scream that Hattori emitted would be remembered for years. Kishimoto cleaned his Katana and slid his Katana back into it's scabbard. Hattori was on his knees cradling his severed arm. "Get this piece of filth out of my sight!" Kishimoto.

“All members of the Hiyasha-to dress the same. They wear a Slayer uniform that’s similar to what Chief Reijo wore in Blarjokull, with two large panels down the front, but instead of blue and white, the colors are red and black. They also wear hoods and their mempos cover their entire faces. Because the cultists are all red Slayers, their masks depict the snout and fierce teeth of a dragon. “The Yami Tennō is said to be very wealthy and very proficient with his element. Strangely, no one has witnessed the full extent of his fighting skills. It’s also rumored that he keeps a sleeve arrow, a small brass tube that can fire arrows; lethal up to thirty paces.

He slouched over the dead body and pointed at the stab on her neck to the cops' attention. ''Over here, do you see this? It's a dagger's stab,'' Donovan noted calling the cops' attention to Natasha's jugular. ''Is it different from the one on Senator Kasidy's neck?'' ''No, it's exactly the same,'' Leah chipped in. ''In fact, I must admit that the killer in question has a trademark style of taking out his victim. And this is one.'' ''Are you seeing this bloody graffiti for the first time?'' Donovan continued, pointing at the blood-stained wall as he attempted calling the cops to their senses. ''And, the door...Did you find it locked from inside or outside?''

I lifted my hips but he kicked me back down. "Please..." I cried out. "Please? oh please. You ruined my life the moment I married you. I shouldn't have married you. Papa made me do it." He said and bent to my level. He placed his hand on both sides of my cheek and held it tightly. Next, he gripped my neck and I choked on my saliva. I couldn't breathe properly. "Lo...Lo...Enzo..." "Look at me." He demanded. I did as he said. I looked into his deep, blue hair. There was no doubt he was handsome only if people knew the type of man he is in secret. What was I expecting? I got married to the most dangerous mafia in the world.

That had him gulping. “Beautiful isn’t she?” Takashi turned to see Kenji. And also he had been caught spying by him of all people. “Well I can see why you paused to admire her. Who’d see her and turn away” he said. “Yeah” he agreed and he wanted to go his own way, but Kenji followed. “She doesn’t use the sword. If she did that’s the term bringing a knife to a gun party”. “I get it”. “Well why don’t you go after her then?”

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he