Marvel Comics Ninja Novels & Stories

The kind of look that made your skin crawl. Great. I hadn’t even been here for 24 hours, and I already had an enemy. “That doesn’t seem like a friendly look,” I muttered, tearing my eyes away. "There are no friends here. No allies, no company," Marvel said, her tone serious. "We exist for one reason—to fight for the Don. Familiarity makes you weak." Her words settled uneasily in my chest. "Stay away from people. Keep your head down. And for no reason should you try to defend yourself or match their energy—"

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

With his Beta rushing to help him, I bolted. Of course, it wasn’t that easy. Turns out this Alpha didn’t just smell delicious—he was also a security genius. The entire pack was wired with killer darts, lasers, mines, snipers, and probably a self-destruct button somewhere. Good thing I’m not just an assassin—I’m the assassin. Vampire invisibility? Activated. Ninjutsu training since I was five under the deadliest martial arts masters in existence? You bet. As I sprinted across enemy lines, I dodged every laser, knock-out dart, and hidden tripwire like I was born for it—because I was.

As soon as he answered he spotted an arrow heading straight for him. He ignored the pain in his chest and pull the door closed. The arrow landed in the window, pointed directly at his head. “Damn that was close are you ok?” Martrice asked as he turned to check on his cousin. “Yea, I'm good we need to find away outta this shit. We won't be able to take them all down, with just the two of us.” Kain said as he kept his eyes on the ninjas who were taking slow steps towards them. “That was a warning shot, the next one won't miss, now I’ll ask for the last time, where the hell is your sister?” The ninja that was hiding in the forest asked, as she stepped from the darken forest in a white ninja out

"The last person was the most terrifying. He seemed skilled at using poison. If I hadn't been vigilant, I would've died from the poison." Balaro sneered, "That's someone from Karamon." He looked at the trembling ninja on the ground and gently said, "Alright, you can go." When the ninja stood up, believing he had been granted amnesty, he noticed Yondu standing beside Balaro. The ninja's eyes went lifeless; a needle had been inserted above his head. Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!"

"I... I am a military cadet batch-43, Interplanetary Glitch Armed Services … I am currently working as a glitch hunter." "How do you know Artemis?" "I...I met her on a private mission!" Jina's barrage of questions seemed more like a rapid-fire round. Creed asked politely, "Is this some kind of interview, Miss Jina?" "Yes! It is. Just answer the questions," she responded with a straight face, "You met her on a mission? Mission from the green boards?" "Yeah!" "Which clan do you belong to?" "I don't belong to any clan. " Jina halted at his reply and turned around after flashing a skeptical glare at him. Before opening her mouth again.

**** Unknown Place: "Your Ninja's are weaklings and couldn't capture her and him." The Ninja lady said to the leader of the Ninjas that sent out his Ninja's to Jess's house. She held to his neck squeezing it tightly. "I should just kill you now, but I won't." She added releasing the man from her hold.

(Senior Disciple John) Inside the crowds outside the Aeternum Auction House, a few particular figure with a very questionable appearance as well as demeanour were sitting on the park bench, they were looking at the big Holographic Projector that were showing the live broadcast of the Auctions. These people were wearing, what many can call, a Ninja like outfits with a twist of middle east influence on them, but despite the odd mixed of the outfits, they were all have the appearance of a clear Asian looks, naturally since this is Fantasma, all of them have the features of fantasy on them. These people were actually coming from a famed organization call, The Spider, a professional Assassin/Shad

Adrian offered. “No!” Xavier suddenly growled thunderously. “Okay. Fine.” He shrugged, his face turning totally serious. “We finally identified the ninja who knocked her out. Same profile as the last.”

Marvel replied firmly. Leonel didn’t hang up immediately. He stared blankly at a glass of whiskey on his desk, fingers tapping rhythmically as he strategized. “Marvel,” his voice heavy and cold again. “Yes, sir?” “If anything happens to Jeslyn—” Leonel paused, jaw tightening, then continued with a threatening tone, “I will hold you accountable. Remember that!” A brief silence followed, then Marvel answered decisively, “I understand, sir. She will be safe. I swear on my own life.”