Naruto Daggers Novels & Stories

“To be honest, I have seen a lot of fools over the years, but I must say that you take the cake!” Fane scoffed and winked at Nash, who then nodded and quickly hid behind a thick tree. Robin and the other three would be suspicious if anyone other than Nash did that but they ignored him since he was the weakest of them all. To them, those in the final stage of acquired level were like ants that could easily be killed with a stomp. Fane took a step forward and stretched out his hand to take out ten gray-black daggers from the Mustard Seed Spirit Ship. These ten gray-black daggers floated in front of him and were radiating a gray-black glow.

Ragnar asked as he sat on his throne. "They are silent, my Lord. None of them said anything and nor did they retaliate." Nate said as Ragnar hummed. Glancing to his side, he stared at the number of weapons splayed out, the weapons which the warriors of the Omega organization were using. A dagger shone brightly among them all. He picked it up, the cool metal nestling against his palm like an old memory. The silver f*cking dagger. The same dagger that scarred him. Its blade bore intricate carvings, symbols, spirals, and curves etched deeper than before. The last time he’d held it, the designs had stopped at the hilt.

Those ninjas were his polar opposites. Charlie did not carry any weapons with him when he went out, but the Japanese ninjas would even want to load their throats with weapons if they could. In addition to the useful darts, sleeve arrows, and shuriken, there were also all kinds of long knives and short blades. There were even two daggers stuffed into the tip of their shoes, and it could be said that there were sufficiently armed. Amongst these weapons, what Charlie was most interested in was the shuriken.

He told me to choose wisely and that I would know when I held it. I walked down the table that the guys had set up and picked up each weapon, from guns to throwing stars but nothing stood out to me. I finally reached the end of the table and picked up two beautiful silver daggers. There were engraved words up the blades, but it was a language that I didn't recognize. They had an emerald inlay in the handle, and they felt amazing in my hands. I looked up at Rainn and smiled. "They are beautiful my love, now we have to teach you how to use them."

As if their was invisible friction on both end of the blade. Zen’s sneak attack would have been undetected if he used his daggers. Based on Zen fought, I could say he specialize on assassination. His speed and weapon does say it, pero alam kong alam ni Zen that his dagger wouldn’t really create an opening against a holy sword.

Kagura kept shaking his head; why this happened, he couldn’t understand. At this moment, a man, moving in an extremely mysterious way, charged toward him. He was Tyr. The Ormr Dagger sliced Kagura’s chest. “Surprised? The killing machines you so revered have now become your greatest danger.” Kagura, having received a blow to his chest, trembled. His eyes widened as he looked at Tyr angrily. “What did you do?” “Nothing.”

"This is just the beginning!" Soon enough, the gorgeous woman in the saree pulled out another Soul Armas out of thin air. A gleaming silver glint precipitated from a pair of glassy daggers. A blue fibrous root-like structure envelops the hilt of the dagger. Without wasting much time, she slightly pulled the daggers out from the scabbard, just enough to let them peek at the naked blade. ~CLICK The moment she let the blade's bloodlust out in the open, everyone turned nauseous. Once again, the dagger was wrapped around a criminally fierce rhythm.

where some of the replies that floated around With a couple of breaths, I went to the wall and after moving a loose stone, the security pad came up. I punched in the code and stepped back for the doors to unfold. I stood back with the rest and I and Kiara watched as their jaws dropped before they started gushing with excitement. The looks on their faces where refreshing. We stepped aside for them to rush inside but before they could touch anything I spoke up. “Okay so don’t touch anything yet. In here are Five Thousand Pieces of Silver Daggers, Two Hundred High-Tech Bows; Extremely flexible, unbreakable and foldable to a portable pocket size, Four Thousand Silver Arrows,

Blood splashed around and dripped abundantly from their neck. Narco uses two golden stiletto-type weapons. They have a handle with a thin, circular loop at the butt and a long, conical point designed for stabbing and thrusting. Narco finished them by ruthlessly stabbing their chest, piercing their skull and hearts out. It was a quick and clean death. Dreygur and Cataleia's lifeless bodies fell to the cold floor bathing in their blood where Mort slightly froze. Mort saw Narco enter the place earlier but he didn't sense the young man's bloodlust, so the hunk didn't do anything but now he really has nothing else to do except to look at his adopted son who has an unnamed weapon with its pointed

I was sensing a theme to the day; I wondered, apathetically if I was going to perhaps be forced into unconsciousness too. Ignorant of my inner turmoil, Niko produced another dagger using his sleight of hand, but this one was different from his normal throwing knives. This dagger was curved like a sickle, the wicked blade shining with a gleaming amber edge. This one, this weapon could kill. And, from the way the underlord was tossing it back and forth between his hands like one might an orange, it was a blade he was very keen on using.