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."

At the Bloodline Rite of the Nightborn, Count Louis Ashford knelt on one knee and asked the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact. In my last life, I was so overwhelmed that I slit my wrist, ready to seal the pact, when Louis's attendant, Owen Mercer, suddenly burst in. He accused me of stealing the Sacred Blood Crystal offered to the First Ancestor, of plotting to betray the clan. They found shards of the crystal in my room, along with a forbidden curse hidden inside my amulet that veiled my scent. The whole clan denounced me as a traitor and called for a wooden stake through my heart. At the last moment, Louis risked everything to beg the Council to spare me, then forced me i

Aaron, though he looked calm, also joined the fight—he looked at me, winked, and began whistling as he kicked the third guy in the side, making him stumble. I broke free in the chaos, breathing hard. The guys didn’t stand a chance. They tried to fight back, but they were no match. Within seconds, they were on the ground, groaning in pain. That’s when Gutemberg turned to me, eyes gleaming with something that made a chill run down my spine. He grabbed my neck, fingers firm against my rain-drenched skin. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to force me to look him in the eye.

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.

Marcus moved with a fluid, defensive rhythm, his submachine gun keeping the secondary rank of the garrison pinned behind the stone lanterns of the courtyard. Ren Tanaka fought beside them, his short curved sword a blur of gold light that clashed against the iron naginatas with a constant, rhythmic static. He was bleeding from a shallow cut on his left cheek, his nylon bomber jacket torn to shreds, but his gold Alpha eyes were wild with the manic joy of a rebel who had finally found a cause worth dying for. He parried a vertical strike from a Kurogane captain, his steel blade sliding along the iron shaft before he pivoted and drove his point through the captain’s throat armor, the man collaps

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.