Ninja Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The ground breaks into a few pieces. "Aaaahhhh!" There are cracks forming in the ground, and the demons are falling one by one. My nerves clenched tight, and I screamed out while trying to bury them. Every soldier is buried inside the lava; however, Rosie and Sophia helped me close the ground back up, attaching the place. Nintendo groaned while standing in place. "NO!" He sounded like a Robot —haha, so he knew how to talk. "You can't BEAT ME." Nintendo stepped close while Jacob jumped in the air and tried to stab the knife against his stomach.

Andrea rolled under the vanity, her only intelligent thought being, Get away. When she looked up again, Zain had a handful of the ninja's robes and kicked repeatedly, kneeing the ninja attacker in the stomach, landing a foot against the guy's thigh. It was like watching UFC, except it wasn't an even match at all. The ninja tried to swipe at Zain and he just...floated...out of the guy's reach. The ninja grappled with Zain, wrenching at his arms. Zain lost his hold and the ninja backpedaled toward the door, whirled, and sprinted away.

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.

] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The hoodie lying on the ground is growing, literally. With a visible speed, it stretches into obviously Meph’s size. At the mean time, Meph’s snake tattoo glow, too. He raises his wrist, and on the game panel, Meph’s name changes from originally “NA12M25” to: [Alice (who ate the cake)] The game legitmized his lie.

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

"Bunch of cowards. Sieghart's still here. He led us through three zombie swarms. It's just one chopper we missed. Big deal. We can wait for the next one to show up." That almost started an explosion, but we had bigger problems to worry about, so my teammates did not try to argue with Yvonne. … Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the temporary sanctuary. We got inside and pushed the safety door shut. As it closed with a loud yawn, the zombies' roars were cut off as well. My teammates heaved a collective sigh and crumpled into a heap on the ground. "Finally. Some safety." But then one of them gasped. "Shit, bad news. Today's evacuation choppers are the last of their batch. The military's

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

It seemed entirely too slow and inefficient with only fourteen days on the clock. ​Before I could ponder any further, the screen flashed violently, replacing the text with a brand-new quest directive. ​[Urgent Quest Triggered: Find a Protector] ​Objective: Locate the city's most dangerous and powerful man within 48 hours and secure his absolute protection for the upcoming apocalypse. ​Target Details: [Mafia Lord / Lucien Giovanni] ​Failure Penalty: [Death!] Note: The most dangerous places are mostly the safest. My eyes widened and I nearly fell off the bed, fearful bumps rising all over my body.

His vision was blurry at first, but as his eyes gradually adjusted, he began recognizing the people around him. Then his gaze landed on Ivy. Instantly, anger flashed across his face. The memory of his new made friend being thrown toward the monsters came rushing back. Nathan shot to his feet and pointed an accusing finger at Ivy. "You!" His voice echoed throughout the room. "How could you push a human being out there like that and leave him to die?" Nathan yelled furiously. "Just because we're living in an apocalypse doesn't mean you've got the right to become some ruthless murderer!"