Ninja Gaiden Ragebound Novels & Stories

I repeated, picking up a fallen light stand and breaking it into two. Fighting them would have been more honorable and respected and my old self would have been thrilled by the challenge but due to my illness and the fact that Jordan had hit me badly minutes ago, added to my recent fatal accident which would have resulted in death for the normal human, I knew that fighting would be too risky and was out of option. So I did the less honorable thing; Going for the lady first in order to attract the stubborn little girl who ran straight to her momma, giving me enough chances to get a grip on her.

He felt me tighten around him and knew I was close. "Baby, I want your eyes." I opened them for him and stared deep into his soul. His pace increased. His body constricted, and I toppled over the brink of ecstasy with Gray. Completely spent, I rolled over and stroked the tattoo that always caught my attention. "What does this stand for?" He winked at me and said, "It's Japanese for stallion."

Tatiana accepted the folders and thanked her. Gaby and Maddy chatted as they watched Liam play with the other pups. It was a beautiful, warm day. They felt relaxed and Liam was burning off his energy. As she called him over for a snack, a large, unfamiliar werewolf came walking up the road. He was extraordinary. It took Gaby a moment to realize who she was looking at when it suddenly dawned on her. He was the Rogue Gamma. He had long, dark hair pulled back and knotted at the back of his head with golden sun-bleached highlights. The Gamma was every bit as big as Zoe had described him. He had to be 6.5 to 7 feet tall. His muscular build was equal parts perfection and mass. He had a full beard

the man with slick back blonde hair and deep set royal blue eyes said, his arm effortlessly rested on the truck's roof as he pulled down his mask. God, I almost felt my jaw dropped when I finally had a good glimpse of the man's entire face. Oh, boy! He'd probably applied for the wrong post, because he was beyond beautiful. No. I didn't think there's any description that could give the man's features justice but a personification of a God. Not that I was exaggerating but seriously, was he even aware that he could surpass Chris fucking Evans? "Yeah. Had to take the longer route, Ryder. Roads been blocked by the other troupe."

Ruda took out some gloves and wore them “I can tell…” I looked at the chestnut colored haired man tied to the chair with cable wires since silver wasn’t available for binding. He was already in bad shape. Yohan is really strong… I mean one can tell just by looking at his physique, moreover he has an overwhelming aura.

“Oh and don’t bother striking the back of my head. I can shoot this faster than you can blink.” Jai raised his right arm which was run all over by white thunder. The skinny ninja who had just stepped forward and was trying to do what Jai had just said he would, changed his mind and stepped back while raising his arms. He even let his knife go and thunder immediately shot at that falling knife—flicking it away and the weapon stabbed into the wall behind him. The ninja flinched from the speed. Jai tilted his head back and looked at Hayate in the eyes. His eyes were still glowing, and that made him look very menacing. “Made your choice, Hayate.”

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

“Then explain it. Tell me why you’re haunting me. Tell me what you want!” His eyes darkened further, and his hands clenched into fists. “You think I owe you answers?” he growled, stepping closer. His voice dropped to a low, menacing whisper. “You’re nothing but a vessel. You exist to serve my purpose. You will give me what I want.” “No,” Gaia said, her voice trembling but defiant. “You won’t get anything from me. I won’t let you.” The figure lunged at her, his hand wrapping around her neck with inhuman strength. Gaia gasped, clawing at his arm as her feet left the ground. Her vision blurred, the pressure on her throat unbearable as she struggled to breath.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.