Naruto With Metal Arm Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No matter how much he says that he hated Nancy but he never wanted her to be in a situation like this. So without wasting any time and caring for Ryker's loathing towards physical touches he grabbed his hand with both of his and tried to pull him away from Nancy's throat whose feet were dangling in the mid air. Arjun tried to pull him away with all of his might but couldn't understand what animalistic power came into Ryker who didn't even move an inch. He knew that Ryker was much stronger than him but today he was using his power abnormally and stood like an iron pillar while holding Nancy's throat in his single hand. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BROTHER? LEAVE HER!!" Arjun yelled loudly whi

He trembled as he clutched my broken arm, too afraid to move. “You were always weak.” I grinned. Then twisted, turning my back to him—and dropped to my knees, snapping his neck and forcing my arm back into place in one move. A scream ripped through the air, and my head snapped toward it—and I ran. His Luna. I’d finish what Vivianne started. But the moment I reached her, pain lanced through my back. A rod pierced straight through me—from spine to chest. I staggered sideways, shifting just enough to keep it from hitting my heart. The metal jutted from my right pec, steaming.

"Nathan, don't be afraid. I'm here, you'll be fine soon." Mango had thrown out her arms and hugged Nathaniel without any hesitations. "Nathaniel's body was slightly stoned by touching her supple body before pushing Mango away, but Mango quickly grabbed his wrist and said gently, ""It's okay, you'll be fine, I'm here. As long as I'm here, I won't allow anyone to hurt you, not even the venoms, I'll think of a way to get rid of it for you. Nathan, you can feel me, right? I know you can do it."""

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

There was a horrible crunching sound, and suddenly I was holding a piece of twisted metal that used to be part of my scooter's engine. Kamon stared at the mangled metal in my hands, then at me, then back at the metal. "Did you just..." he said slowly, "crush that with your bare hands?" I looked down at the destroyed engine part, my brain scrambling for an explanation that didn't involve supernatural strength. "I... work out?" I squeaked. "You work out enough to crush solid metal?" "I have very strong... grip strength?" Kamon sat back on his heels, studying me with those intense dark eyes. I could practically see the questions forming in his mind, and none of them were good.

He fisted her, stretching her beyond limits. Hinata's eyes rolled back as if she would give up the ghost soonest, her mouth open but no sound was heard only salivating and drooling like she was having seizures. “See how you took it all…that's why I love fucking men…you bitches ain't worth any shit…but I do enjoy torturing your pretty fragile souls”. Hinata was on an edge to give up. She couldn't even shout out, but her weak red eyes were yelling out for help.

The old man spoke of Arya Santanu. "We have also heard of him. But that person is currently missing. We must also make an effort as members of Bhayangkara's elite army. If we lose, it will tarnish the name of Bhayangkara." The Black Tigers were on full alert. Narakashura stood back up. He felt no pain from his arm being cut off by the White Lion. He quickly got up and stood. Narakashura gathered his strength around his severed arm. Magically, his arm grew back. The gathered energy allowed Narakashura to regenerate the cells in his arm.

Goosebumps appeared on my whole body, and I shivered from this exhilarating feeling. I was dumbfounded that I almost fell off the branch I was sitting on, but with my ninja like reflexes and out of this world strength I pulled myself back. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Hunter’s eyes glowed a beautiful silver color and he raised his hand towards me. A silver mist surrounded his palm, and he swirled it around with his other palm, the mist darkening each second as I gaped at him shocked to my bone. Since when does this bitch have superpowers??!

With a single snap of his fingers Jangnap disappeared out of the Battle field. Wren rolled her eyes around, every single one of them with their longs and shorts weapons except her --wasn’t necessary for she trusted her fists and palms more, smirked as her eyes fixated only on Luna. Suddenly a tattooed arm grabbed hard onto the princess’s body and a double-edged blade-like fingers stretched closely to her neck. Wren glanced undaunted at it then up to the being who stupidly held her. A weird looking middle-aged male with dyed mohawk hairdo, having scars on his forehead down to his right side of his neck, a pointed nose and insanely using his elongated tongue to lick Wren’s shaved head.

The warm liquid tasted of metal and burned her throat. Nate’s eyes fluttered open, she saw the blurred outline of a face. “You are mine now,” it said. He released her, Nate dropped to the floor with a thump. The man, the shadow, was gone. Nate’s hand reached for her throbbing neck, she felt two small punctures in her skin. This is when the real pain started.