Masked Ninja Novels & Stories

But the group all stopped in their tracks as a single man otherwise known as Mizuki Itou stood blocking their way, armed with a pair of silver hand daggers, a nonchalant look on his face. “My apologies,” said Mizuki, not really sounding sorry at all. “But the members of Hati aren’t here today. And neither are the Phantoms. If you people are still looking for a fight, then I’ll be your opponent.” Mizuki smirked as the group before him tensed, and he spun the daggers in between his fingers. “I might be a little rusty in combat because I’m kind of out of practice, but you’ll still do well to not underestimate a former member of the Phantoms!” He pointed one of his daggers at the group, a danger

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

And also Logan, who always smiled and was friendlier than Xander. Mitha looked at Mizuki with tears in her eyes. He tried to get his hands out of the bonds that were handcuffing him. But it's hard, it's so hard. While Mizuki was getting closer to the knife and Jlebb, thehit knifeMitha's arm. The girl tried to struggle even more, but Mizuki was also getting stronger and started slashing her arm more vigorously. Mitha couldn't scream because her mouth was gagged. Mitha now regrets, she did go upstairs because something caught her attention. And he did not expect, instead he would meet the figure of the masked girl in front of him. But despite wearing a mask, Mitha clearly knew that the girl w

“Hahaha! You little piece of shit, you’re asking for it!” He raised his hand, hoping to launch the weapons from his sleeves. Using shuriken and kunai in a mission was a common tactic for ninjas. They were practically walking arsenals. As he raised his hands, eight black-colored beads were held in between his fingers. However, before he could launch them, Kaze beat him to it by grabbing his forearms before twisting them. Crack! Following two loud cracks, both arms were broken. “Aaaarh! I’ll kill you!”

There were a lot of sloppy things I did that could have gotten me busted by human authorities. When I look up and see a male hanging by chains attached to his wrists, with Viuda Negra tattoos on his back, I snap. I don’t even know who he is, and I don’t give a fuck. I spring claws from my hand and slash his back with several swipes until he’s screaming out in complete agony and his tattoo is unrecognizable. Blood sprays and some gets on my face, making Mick roar within me. “Punch, stand down,” I hear, and freeze as my Alpha’s voice booms over the cries of my enemy.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

He prided himself on his unmatched stealth within his ranks. "What a joke!" With a swift motion, Alexander's invisible grip seized the shadow, yanking it back against its will. Impossible! Shock painted the ninja's face. He, a master of stealth at the pinnacle of his craft, was powerless. The man before him was monstrously strong. Black Maple had led him astray! "Any last words from the Black Maple Organization?" Alexander eyed the ninja, pinned to the ground by an invisible force, the black maple insignia on his chest a stark contrast to his fear.

Just the echo of her ragged breathing. This wasn’t an ordinary kidnapping. Her stomach twisted. She clenched her fists. The fear was real—but so was the fury. “When I see him…” she muttered through clenched teeth, “I’ll spit in his face. Whoever he is. I’ll make him bleed.” The click of a lock stopped her cold. The door opened. A man stepped inside. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Black fitted shirt. Muscles tense like coiled wire. His face was a marble mask—expressionless, unhurried.

Drex spat out in great annoyance. He wonders where and whose men are these? From the way they fought he could tell that they were mafia ninjas, foreign warriors maybe. He hoped they had not touched as much as a single strand of Ava's hair else... As he think about this, he raised his left leg and threw the gun under it with his right hand. He caught it with his left hand and fired five shots straight into the man's rib area. More men appeared this time in twos and threes, jumping effortlessly, flying over car roofs in a ninja-like manner.