Ninja Females Novels & Stories

he hisses, his voice a chilling whisper carried by the wind. Sarah knew she has no choice but to fight once more. She draw her concealed dagger from her bloodied cross bag, her hand trembling slightly. The ninjas who climbed the pine trees are really fast. However, with a fluid grace that belied their intent of killing her, she evades their makabishi and shuriken. Though they missed their aim, they continue to lunge towards her. Surprisingly, she dodged, her reflexes honed by years of training.

She only had her panties on and brassiere. Sienna envied this Japanese woman. She had such a sexy body and long legs too. Then there were the abs on her. This was a physically built woman who had spent years of training in Martial arts. Nagisa returned back to Sienna and stood over her. The two women stared at each other in silent.

Yoshiko chuckled, "Master Rinz, you've still got that sense of humor—thank goodness! I was worried you would be all mopey after becoming a son-in-law, but hey, some things never change. You're still the same all-around superstar we know and love." A dozen young female ninjas, none over twenty and all in the bloom of youth, were like flowers about to burst open, radiating with the vibrancy of youth. Their faces lit up with excitement when Master Rinz showed up, their eyes filled with nothing but admiration. Ninjas were slim and athletic—they kept light on their feet to stay quick. So, no matter their height, these ninja ladies were all featherweights, decked out in sleek black outfits that ma

She was also the right A****n for the job. The Golden Mare had finally gotten in touch with Katrina. Together with Buffy, they wrangled a forty woman combat team of SD plus fighters from Houses Ishara and Durga (from Indonesia) together to send as aid to the ninja. It sounded like a tear-drop in the ocean. Katrina insisted it wasn't. The ninja wanted to keep their war as secret as possible.

justice, but torturing a female, no matter how guilty she may be, didn't sit well with me. I wondered if the rest of the attackers were also females. They had fought with a skill and ferocity that was impressive, but now that I thought about it, it seemed almost feminine. I remembered the way they had moved, with a fluidity and agility that was almost cat-like. And their tactics, clever and strategic, had caught us off guard. I didn’t know if it looked feminine now because I had concluded that they were all females. But I would not deny the fact that they were really skilled warriors. I sat down on my bed, running my hands through my hair. Could it be that the entire group of attackers was

When Yuna regained consciousness, she could hear a woman cheering, "it's a girl!" The woman had a surgical mask covering the bottom half of her face. She resembled a ninja, but her clothes were too bright to be considered a ninja. She assumed that maybe it was normal to dress this way in this world. Yuna looked around and noticed a random metal box that kept making odd sounds. She had never heard anything like it. The ninja lady gently passed Yuna over to her mother.

spoke the sweet and gentle voice of the cloaked woman. "I'm on it!" said a pretty brown skinned girl dressed in a short battle kimono, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. When Maria took in the girl's appearance plus her skills, her eyes twinkled. 'So cool! A real ninja!' Running on the cave walls, the girl unsheathed her dagger and leaped towards the beast's face. Only for her eyes to widen in shock when the phantom beast evaded her attack.

A few steps back. Down on one knee, the other slightly bent I growl at the two unknown females who think it’s a good idea to attack me in my territory. Especially when I happen to be having a shitty day. The one I stabbed with my claws gets up slowly, her form trim, with long legs in a way that reminds me of Naya, a snarl on her lips, her short hair glinting a green highlight in sun. Judging by how quietly they moved they have to be trained assassins and to get so close to the compound, I cannot underestimate them. I wonder how long they’ve been following me.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

She was willing to sacrifice herself to save the others, as a payment for her past sins. Tears welled up in Nina’s eyes as she watched the scene unfold, the emotions swirling within was almost too much to bear. She had never seen such bravery, such selflessness. And yet, it only made the situation more unbearable. How could any of them choose who would suffer? How could they live with themselves knowing that someone had to pay the price?