Ninja Cat Naruto Novels & Stories

Nina POV "Drink the tea before it gets cold, Nina." Novalee sets the porcelain cup on the bedside table. The ceramic clicks against the wood. "I am drinking it," I say. My fingers sink into the thick, dark fur of the kitten in my lap. Yuki. It is a Japanese name. Jethro must have figured out my taste by now. I stroke the small ridge of the kitten's spine, my hand steady, even if the rest of my skin feels raw.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

Alexander eyed the ninja, pinned to the ground by an invisible force, the black maple insignia on his chest a stark contrast to his fear. "Hold on, I've got something to say about the Ayr family," the ninja blurted out, his loyalty to the Black Maple Organization not yet cemented. "Talk!" Alexander's voice was ice, eager to find out if this had anything to do with the jade amulet. "I'll tell you, but you have to let me go," the ninja bargained, mistaking his position for one of power. With a swift motion, Alexander showed him how wrong he was, ripping the ninja's arm clean off.

"The last person was the most terrifying. He seemed skilled at using poison. If I hadn't been vigilant, I would've died from the poison." Balaro sneered, "That's someone from Karamon." He looked at the trembling ninja on the ground and gently said, "Alright, you can go." When the ninja stood up, believing he had been granted amnesty, he noticed Yondu standing beside Balaro. The ninja's eyes went lifeless; a needle had been inserted above his head. Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!"

“The second thing you need to remember is that the spear hand attack has two levels: physical and mental. The mental strike is more important against an enemy like the Ayakashi because you have to make her think that something has happened. This will cause an imbalance in her body.” “Like the power of suggestion,” Aki said. “Aye.” “You mean, we bluff?” Temujin asked. Sasha shrugged. “Whatever works. For instance, as the Ayakashi lunged at me with her foot-long neko-te...” Neko-te were a staple of kunoichis of all four clans. They were short iron nail extensions attached to each finger by leather bands and sometimes dipped in poison. But Undina Clan neko-te were more formidable because they w

Mathew POV. 'Alpha,' I woke up to Nicholas's voice, I groaned and turned to the other side ready to get some more sleep. 'Alpha, alphaaaa, alphhaaa!' Nathaniel adds, I groaned, their whining sounds just like they are right here in the room with me, while they are whining via the bond. 'Get back to sleep,' I say through the bond. 'The kitten got something to ask you,' Nathaniel says that got me to sit up in my bed looking around for the kitten, but she's not in my room, but I still sat up looking for her, I'm acting like a pathetic child instead of an alpha.

As I came around the corner, I realized I had found Hachiro. “Come on, mother fuckers? You think you’re tough cause you got to join a yakuza clan. Bring it fuckers? I was born into this clan. I was the personal bodyguard of the heir. I was the guard of Kitsune. You pathetic whelps ain’t got shit on me. You only managed to catch me because you gassed our house. And if my wife or baby are hurt from that, I’m resurrecting you to kill you again.” Hachiro was shouting as he used a steel pipe to bash in heads.

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

JENNI “Noodle, get out of the noodles.” And this is where she got her name. When I rescued her from the local animal shelter, I had a bowl of noodles I was about to eat, and she buried her tiny head in it and started chowing down. This crazy cat will eat noodles right out of my hand and loves to bat at them. She’s like a little orange mini tiger too, always attacking things. She likes to perch up high and look over the house like it’s her personal kingdom, so I got her a massive kitty playground. It may or may not be taking up half my family room in the basement. That entire space is dedicated to Noodle. I figure if I can’t fill my house with children, I can at least give Noodle the best lif

Jeon giggles. “Yep! Open it.” I tear the box open and a small black kitten with blue eyes pops his head out. He’s meowing indignantly at being captured in such an undignified way. “You got me a cat,” I say with panic rising in my voice. Jeon looks a little worried. “Yes, but he’s cute, right? Do you like him?” I reach down and pick up the small warm body. The kitten immediately rubs his head into my neck, and tears well in my eyes. Without even knowing it, Jeon has given me Jonathan Masters in cat form because this kitten loves to cuddle, just like my former lover.