Night Ninja Novels & Stories

Zitrey pointed on the corner of the wall where an unconscious person was lying on the ground, body hides well in the dark. "Good, we have only 10 minutes. Exceeding this time limit, we're doomed. " A few hours before the infiltration. The three of them standing inside the N-sprinter van are in black clad ninja outfit: black cloth completely covered their body, black mask and black hood on their head, a black hand protector that also covered their lower arms, and a thick pair of tabis (black socks that covered their ankle till the knee) was worn to dull the sound of their footsteps. And a 12 hidden pockets that conceal some secret weapons that Nikka modified by herself.

Rachel turned the screw. "Miyako, did you give Pamela that box of matches?" Caprica glared at the ninja. "Matches? Matches are 'Old School'. Ninja's use encapsulated chemical reagents to generate flames," Miyako enlightened us all. "They even work underwater." Caprica looked down and coughed. When she looked back up, she was shaking her head and grinning. "I concede," she sighed. "Students," she called out.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

It took a lot for me not to slap his hand away. Sensing my hesitation, he continued. “Nathan Night is not who you think he is. He's a liar and murderer. He slaughtered innocent children. Do you really want to get protection from someone like that? My heart started to beat faster. “What are you talking about?” “Come with me and all your questions will be answered.

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

Julian shook his head before walking over to his father and putting him to sleep with the palm of his hand on the back of his neck. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they noticed that the man had fallen asleep on the bed, and they moved out of that room. "Let's go to the front door and go out. My mother is already asleep. She won't notice us, but move slowly, maybe our bodyguard will notice." He opened the door to his room, but before that he arranged the books shelves. "What about your brother?" Nash asked him. Julain just shook his head. They act like ninjas as soon as they get down the stairs, not thinking about the weight of what they're carrying.

Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night. The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatural prowess, claws, and fangs meeting with lethal precision. Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency.

The bastard who was her mate tried to go after her but in a flash, Lennox blocked his way causing him to halt. "Where the f*ck are you going?" Lennox sneered, punching the guy with such speed and force that he stumbled back almost falling but his friend came to his rescue and attacked Lennox. Lennox was against six of them as two of them attacked him simultaneously. Lennox was burning in ominous rage. He didn't even blink before snapping one of their throats. The other tried to shift but Lennox punched him on the nose causing him to fall back. Lennox had inhuman speed. Unlike his guards. They were fast but Lennox was fast at the peak level. He was of Royal blood. The most powerful.

But hence he didn't say anything, he decided to do the same, at least for now. Nero’s eyes narrowed. “Not standard issue.” “No,” Nico said. He maneuvered the control again and the image sharpened. Even though it was not enough to make out a face, it was enough to catch the swing of a dark hem, the set of shoulders, the economy of movement. “She knows the grid. Keeps to the blind triangles.” “Woman,” Nero said. Not a question. He already knew that the traitor was a woman. “Yes.” Nico crossed to another console, and pulled up the dungeon feed. “And this, this is three floors down, taken from the same time window. See the latch?” he asked pointing to the spot on the screen.

The boy screamed as he began falling through developing gap toward water flowing forty feet below. Without hesitation transcending tactical evaluation, the Shadow Knight moved with transformed capability beyond physical limitation. His midnight substance extended across intervening distance without requiring conventional traversal, cosmic awareness perceiving precise intervention necessary for civilian protection beyond operational objective. Constellation patterns shifted within extended essence as forgotten souls contributed collective determination regarding innocent preservation beyond military engagement.