Naruto With Metal Arm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Kiran suddenly flicked his right index finger, sending a drop of blood toward Shimada. Shimada tried to dodge, but he was a step too late, and the drop of blood landed on his right arm, making a sizzling sound as it was burning through him. Ah… Shimada let out a painful cry. He quickly retreated, covering up the hole in his arm. His eyes were glowing blue as he looked at Kiran in fear and anger. Kiran looked at his wound in surprise as it miraculously started to heal itself. “Is it a monster?”

Everything ached, but it wasn’t unbearable. Then, she tried moving her left arm— Nothing. Her breath caught. She tried again, but the limb was… gone. Her chest tightened. Panic clawed at her throat as she forced herself to sit up. And that’s when she saw it. Her left arm—no, the thing where her arm should be— Metal. Sleek, silver plates curved where flesh used to be. Wires ran along the surface, flexing as she moved. Her stomach turned. “What—” Her voice cracked. “What did you do to me?”

she says, her frustration spilling over. Inside her mind, Lana stirs weakly, groaning from the shared pain. *“Lana, come on,”* Nana pleads. *“We have to try. Just give me enough to use our claws. I need to pull out that damn bullet.”* Lana doesn’t respond, but Nana feels her pushing through, struggling against the weakness that grips them both. Slowly, Nana’s fingers begin to shift, elongating into claws. Her hand trembles as she examines them.

My grip loosened from Akira and I fell to the ground, and fell unconscious. TBC.... Holy Shit !! Guys who can guess what Niran is up to?? I love y'all 😍

Her eyes- sharp and glinting like polished obsidian, locked onto mine, and the temperature in the room plummeted. She raised a slender hand with deliberate, almost hypnotic precision, revealing an ornate fan. Its frame was crafted from blackened steel, delicate etchings of intricate runes glimmering faintly with an ethereal light. The fabric of the fan shimmered like woven moonlight, sharp edges glinting menacingly. This was no ordinary fan- it was a weapon, elegant yet deadly, exuding an aura of cold lethality.

She chuckled and turned. The only exposed skin was the ninja's eyes and...hands. Not that she was one to judge...but those were very large, very masculine hands... A bad feeling tickled her consciousness and her nerves went into high alert. "That's a great outfit you've got there." She grabbed a paper towel and edged toward the door, her instincts screaming at her to run. The ninja moved in a blur. He grabbed her arm and yanked. She pitched forward against the marble vanity. He grabbed a handful of her hair, jerking it back.

Nora. Her flame erupted bright across the clearing, setting enemies ablaze in place. Scales shimmered against her arms, molten gold and obsidian, and every time she screamed fire into existence the Sigil on my throat burned brighter. The Interregnum thought they could chain her. Thought they could bleed her dry and use what had never been theirs to use. The idea alone made my claws dig further into flesh.

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

“And there’s plenty more where that came from.” “Sir, you’re blocking the Naruto fans,” she said flatly. “Please move, or I’ll have to call Shogun Steve.” “Who is Shogun Steve?” A man who looked like a retired linebacker wearing a kimono stepped out from behind a curtain. He was holding a very large sword. It was made of silver-painted wood, but still looked like it could inflict a painful blow. I retreated. Fast. I sat in the safety of my car, fuming. I wasn’t used to failure, either. And Claire was counting on me! Her opinion of me wasn’t very high, and I didn’t want her to see me as completely useless.

As the shirtless man grew closer, Amy could see how the man’s skin shimmered like the metallic paint on her BMW. She noticed the shirtless man’s ripped blue jeans, which sagged around his waistline. The black bandana tied around his bald head gave him the only human element. Amy’s throat went dry when she got a better look at the mechanized man holding her son. She could clearly see how the robotic man’s design shared 2Pac’s likeness, and it creeped her out. To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life.