Naruto Sticks Novels & Stories

Vert Murray and the other disciples shouted in unison. They all unleashed their most powerful forces. Erin Rhodes's pretty face was ice-cold. Her jade-like hands moved slightly and crystals flashed around her body. They quickly lingered around her and then turned into a shower of stars, rushing toward the black figure with unparalleled strength. “Boom!” A white bone stick flashed. In the Giant Peak, a burly young man with his upper body naked held a long white bone stick and smashed a man into pieces.

Even though he was saying funny words, there wasn’t a hint of smile or laughter on his face. “Are you seriously quoting Nagato from Naruto?” One of the tied men joked and let out a painful chuckle. The other one smiled awkwardly with his swollen lips. “Yeah, and I’m happy you’ve seen Naruto, now I’m going to show you what Nagato really meant.” Nick replied furiously, he stabbed the man on his lap then twisted the knife, the sound of flesh tearing apart and the splash of blood was covered by the man’s outrageous yell. “Who fucking sent you?” Nick yelled back, ignoring his painful screams.

It didn't affect them. "How come" I mumbled with a confused facial expression. They read my facial expressions and they all raised up their boots in unison exposing the sole which was covered with thick rubber which acted as an insulator to the electricity. They all made an evil smirk feeling good. I ain't going down easily. I threw larger balls of electricity like chidori( Naruto fans can relate) toward them.

We were both on our backs. I scrambled to get up, but he shoved the stick to my throat. "Stay down, or I'll have your throat ripped out." Easy enough. I froze. Vivid still stood there. Shaking. At least she was safe from the stick. Mr. Big Stick turned his attention to her, leaning in, sniffing her hair. I felt rage boiling in my veins, shifting to get in again. Mr. Big Stick growled and swung the stick to hit me in the leg. "I said stay down."

he uttered and threw the stick at me. I staggered slightly to catch it, "Try? What is your plan teacher?" I asked horridly, my eyes widened in disbelief. Narek cackled while shaking his head disapprovingly, he pulled out another stick before staring back at me. "You will see Nyx" He smirked and began to swirl the stick he was holding, his eyes never leaving mine. I was immediately captivated by the sight of Narek effortlessly wielding his staff with grace and precision. His every move seems to be orchestrated by some divine force.

Her scalp stung at the force, as her red eyes met the green ones. "When I fucking message-" giving another strong jerk on her scalp he emphasized, "-You. Fucking. Reply. Understood?" She tried to give a nod but being pulled from hairs so strongly she was unable to make a head movement. So instead a meek "yes" was all she managed to utter.

He used it to perform the Flowering Strike Technique, Mountain Shatter, enveloping himself in sword energy and thrusting at Aiko. One of the most advantageous aspects of the long stick was its versatility to execute many of the maneuvers typically associated with specialized weapons, making it a formidable tool in combat. "That's...a sword intent!" Aiko exclaimed, fortifying his defense. In an instant, the stick, infused with powerful sword energy, struck Aiko's chest. Aiko spat blood and flew backward, his internal organs severely damaged. He struggled to his feet and fled, enduring the pain. "The defense of the Immovable Body stance is truly formidable," Alexander remarked, watching Aiko r

My knuckles were white, trying to pry it off me as Nate stared down into my eyes with both anger and lust. I pulled down on the stick to leverage my knee up, smashing it to his face then my claws tore through his arm, getting enough room to wiggle out from under him. Nate roared at the pain and stood to his feet, throwing the stick into the crowd and hitting our spectators. Damn beast! I regained my strength then charged at him. Nate smiled, catching my first punch, but I expected that and quickly kneed him the stomach while my other hand smashed across his face. Nate stumbled to the side, releasing my hand and I quickly delivered an uppercut to his jaw.

he said, still pushing it in like it was nothing and a little blood was dripping out from the wound. It was on the tip of my tongue to say sorry, then I remembered that he was immortal; he was just showing off; a piece of silver chopstick could not kill him. "No," I said, then pushed it in with great force, catching him unawares. He took two steps back, releasing my hand. Then faced down a bit. I took that time to massage my hand; the ass almost broke my precious fingers. I heard him remove the chopstick; he flung it to the edge of the room and then relocated his neck. When he looked up, his eyes were pure black.