Ninja Gaiden Ragebound Novels & Stories

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

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.

The small white man was already on his knees and the crowd was shouting for blood. The next fifteen minutes amazed everyone. The smaller one was persistent. With his sword, he kept on slashing and chipping away at the giant thanks to his speed. No one knew who would win. The mediator finally stepped in when the smaller man dropped unconscious. He was close to winning. It was his body that gave out first. The crowd just clapped normally for the victory of the giant. It was obvious that everyone vouched for the smaller one to win. This was Gairoshi. Because of the presence of the crowd, the pressure was doubled. When the first match ended, almost half of the crowd stood to empty their bowels.

Sliding across the concrete. The man turned Too late. Adrian hit him. They went down hard. Fighting. Brutal. Close. Uncontrolled. Elena’s breath caught. “It worked,” she whispered. But the countdown. Still ticking. 00:31 Not enough. Not nearly enough. “Adrian!” she shouted. He didn’t respond. Too focused. Too locked in. The man fought back hard. Stronger than expected. Faster. Desperate. Because he knew. Time was almost gone.

“When I saw you on the ground, bleeding-” “But I didn’t die. I’m fine. Healing. Sara said a week, tops.” “Sara said days to a week, and that’s if you rest and don’t do anything stupid.” “I never do anything stupid.” “You held off six enhanced rogues alone.” “That was strategy.” “That was suicide with optimistic planning.” Despite his words, he smiled. Small, but real. “We won,” she said. “The battle. We completed the mirror bond. All of it.” “For now.”

Dangerous. “You’re right,” he said, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. “A ring doesn’t make you mine.” His gaze locked on me, sharp as a blade. “But your fear will. Your fight will. Every piece of you that burns—I’ll take it until there’s nothing left but ash.” A shiver ran down my spine. Not from fear. Never fear. From fury. From something hotter that I refused to name. I lifted my chin. “I will never belong to you.”

I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl. There was this anger I instantly felt, it made me remember my dead brother and that alone gave me the courage and reason to go on with the ritual. " Your turn" he passed the knife to Princess Lyra. She took it with shaky hands and then raised her head up to search for her father. A weak smile appeared on her face as she saw her father. I scoffed, she was wasting our time and I need to be out of here. She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl.

I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me. He said, "It looks like she's still being stubborn. In that case, there's no need to hold back anymore—let's make sure she gives in this time!" Jared then ordered the bodyguards to drag me over the sink. He then yanked the power cord off the switch. With a sinister grin, he taunted, "Guess what would happen if I toss this into the water? You'll find out soon enough—bet it'll feel nice." Despite being left with no strength to struggle, I still felt fear flooding my mind. I was terrified of dying here for no reason.

I rolled my eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Suddenly an unfamiliar figure came into view giggling and clapping his hands in a sinister way as he narrowed his gaze at me. His stare remained fixed on me with an unerring intensity. I gulped down a lump trying to gather my thoughts together as my heart raced while Nyx's growl turned into a fierce snarl. "I told you," Nyx states. Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes as she gloats. Soon the man's lips wiggled into a snicker. “I must say, Sage has quite the taste”