Masked Ninja Novels & Stories

Viper, Mako, and Rat didn't give them a chance to recover. Viper moved with the speed of a lightning strike, his boosted muscles allowing him to leap over the Iron Claws and tear into their exposed backs. Mako and Rat used their sheer bulk to crush the hybrids against the concrete walls. I didn't stay on the sidelines. Nara, seeing the chaos, tried to use the darkness to slip away. I found her heat signature in a heartbeat. I launched myself, a white streak in the dark. I didn't need training; I had instinct. I hit Nara mid-stride, my weight pinning her to the ground.

The red mist sprays into the white smoke of the flashbang, painting the air. The man on the right spins, his knee blown out by a high-caliber round. He hits the ground screaming. Spadino erupts from the pile of leaves near the fountain. He isn't holding a gun. He is holding a pair of curved karambits. He moves like a blur of grey maintenance uniform and lethal intent. He is on the kneeling man before the scream leaves his throat. Slash. Spadino cuts the hamstring. Slash. He opens the throat. It is efficient. It is brutal. It is a dance of blood.

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Now she was craving the awful man's attention and doting care as she fell into a restless sleep. Muntaha on the other hand has started inflicting pain on his first victim who happened to be a spy that the president if Country Z tried to plant into his gang commonly know as the Devil's incarnate. He wore a heavy spiked metal hand gauntlet and let blow after blow rain on the poor man's exposed chest and Abdomen. Each time the spike came into contact with the man's flesh, it would leave a bleeding hole as a chunck of flesh was uprooted.

It held horror in them. “You asked me what flashed through my mind right?” “yes” “Fine, I'll tell you. I remember the sound of the gun going off and blood splattering on my face and clothes. I remember the look in her eyes as she pulled me down along with her. Then I remember the look of achievement in the assailant’s eyes as he smiled at me before turning around to escape. It all happened in the blink of an eye”

I asked and she flinched when I ask her. "Ivory loves ramen." Her mom said. "You want to change your order?" I asked her and she shook her head. "Okay." I said and I called the waiter since everyone finished picking what they want. After telling the waiter all the orders, I turned my attention to Ivory. One thing that made me a little uncomfortable is that she stands out. You can't ignore her presence, too beautiful to be ignored. She wore a tight and short white dress with long shiny earrings, red lips and gold necklace.

He had the audacity to comment on my outfit. "Shut up." I said, he gasped and held his heart sarcastically. "My name is Miles, I'm a ninja." He said, bowing at me. He was wearing a black outfit with a short cap behind him which was also black, he had a mask on his face that covered the whole face, except the eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, his voice sounded muffled against the mask, he pulled down the mask showing a handsome face as well.

One struck Mike in the neck, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious within same second of impact. Jared's reflexes kicked in early, and he caught the second dart targetted at him mere inches from his face. He glanced around the surrounding, sensing as the air reeked of murderous aura. Then his eyes locked onto two figures emerging from the shadows. They were clad in ninja attire, their faces obscured except for their glowing red sad eyes which only meant one thing - They were unmistakable, asassins from the Tribe of Sorrow....A legendary assassin clan with extraordinary powers. They would kill for the f*e and with pleasure in their heart. It was what they're birthed for and to do.

It was the time they caught a bird and they multiplied but Liam only caught one and defeated it. “He’s funny...that handsome man doesn't know how to hunt a bird with a gun? Hahaha!" "Hey! what's up? You don't know, you don't even know martial arts?" "What's wrong? Hmm. I know now. Astra taught me. So, what's next?" "Wow, go ahead later, I'll see how good you are now," she said sarcastically. "You're annoying Dindo, stop being so funny!" She scolded his friend who was always laughing. He just tempts her.