Masked Ninja Novels & Stories

He had many questions about how her vocal projection ability worked, but he chose to observe for now. The third person was ranked #88. Zen didn’t know if they were male or female, but he introduced his mafia name as “Impenetrable Shield”. The human shield had a lab manufactured material fused with his bones. After the fusion, blades and bullets cannot do his bones any harm. This person was a walking human shield even if they still bled, and Zen was slightly horrified.

“We—we were loyal before… everything just became complicated—” Detroit tilted his head. “Loyalty doesn’t become complicated,” he replied. The woman choked on blood as she got pierced from behind. The room was heavy with the smell of blood and gore. A young man –nineteen maybe– tried to run past the table. He didn’t make it two steps. A ninja caught him by the collar, hauled him backward, and slit his throat so fast the boy didn’t realize he was dead until his knees gave out. Screams rose again.

Andrew smiled and pulled her up, and the two continued their escape. He explained, "That guy's name is Jahmir Robles, a notorious lone wolf from the Northern Martial Union. Among the powerhouses at the martial emperor level, most have retired or semi-retired, prioritizing reputation and seniority. But this man? He's like a vulture, ruthless and shameless."

. He fought to free himself, but couldn't do anything. That masked man smashed him on the ground again and again. Tsashi felt like every bone of his body was broken. He was shedding blood all around. "Time to go, he'll be here soon," muttered the masked man before he tossed Tsashi in the air. Before Tsashi could fall to the ground, a voice came. It was the assassin's voice. "Roaring Tiger Fist." A fist landed on Tsashi's chest, making him fly off like a broken kite smashing on tree after tree, before finally landing on the ground. His pulse and breathing had stopped. The assassin checked his body before smiling. "Mission accomplished," The assassin muttered, but suddenly his face ch

At last, my fingers encircled the chilly, comforting skillet weight. Throwing myself over the table and bringing the cast iron down in a vicious arc, I twisted with the muscle memory of a thousand back alley fights. Before the homemade bludgeon smashed the front of his mask inward, the gunman barring my way gave me a quick look of astonishment. He sank into a heap of bones. I knew dimly that Mia was fighting the other two, her little stature concealing a fierce fighter's mentality. But a new figure prowling through the mist grabbed my attention right away.

The man watched to his horror as the speedster doubled over to the ground and his body began to vaporise, literally, before his eyes. From one dark corner of the room, a tall figure stepped out and the man could make out that it was feminine, even though its face was concealed in some kind of dark mask and not even the eyes could be seen. The stranger walked up towards the 'evaporating' speedster who was groaning uncontrollably the entire time as his body wasted away. She stopped next to him, her heeled shoes making her tower above him before kneeling and stretching out a hand towards his head.

The eye of the distortion appeared atop of his neck, his arm holding his head, he put in inside the eye, and the darkness of the distortion swallowed his severed head. Niru immediately called for the name of his new weapon. HORARI MITTERE!! Viscor Mukha disappeared in an instant, charging at Niru, due to his speed, he seems invisible. GAAA! Niru flew away, but unscratched because horari mittere transformed into a shield, protecting him, however, his weak body unfit for battle received a pressuring force from Viscor Mukha’s attack, enough to push him back. ‘’He is so fast… I can hardly see his movements.’’

The other warriors at the barracks that were training there stared at him with fearful eyes because he looked deadly. The trainees have noticed the change in him. Over the past few months, he has been more ruthless and menacing. Even the slightest of things would tick him off and he'll burst like a volcano. The trainees were terrified to even spar with him because the last time he was barbaric, Rasmus had to step in to stop him. Hunter vent out his wrath on the punching bag but the poor thing couldn't absorb his rage, with a solid punch the chains snapped and the punching bag fell a few feet away from him as only the dangling chain remained.

Trust me. The first masked man lunged forward, a glint of steel catching the dim light. Rowan blocked the blow effortlessly, his movements precise and deadly. His fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the concrete floor. Another attacker rushed in, only to be met with Rowan’s swift kick, knocking the weapon from his hand.

His men had done quite an impressive job on their victim. Leaning forward, a sharp tool flashed in his tattooed hands as he spoke ...his personal favourite weapon. A double blade dagger with his initials engraved on its side "This is what we're going to continue doing, for every wrong answer you give I'll rip off one of your body parts ...there's plenty you don't need to be alive" he paused, to see the desired effect of his words on the man.