Ninja Garu Novels & Stories

GUNNAR I rose to my feet, thin black dart pressed between my thumb and index finger. A card spade symbol had been stamped along the length of the dart in white ink. It didn't take a genius to figure out who these darts belonged to. I looked down at the guard's body at my feet, releasing a growl of frustration. Fucking morons. Each one of them that was hit tonight was a bunch of morons that I apparently paid to wear a suit, stand around, and look pretty.

“Oh, but I have gotten some information on the ninjas. Have you heard of the ancient Japanese organization, Gokudo Soshiki? “This is their logo.” She took her phone out and showed him a picture. It was a picture of a ball of flames. Alex took a look and narrowed his eyes, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested. "No, just cold," Brand lied through gritted teeth. His brother just laughed at him. "Don't worry, Brother. It will all be over soon, then we can get to the feasting," Brodi told him jovially. Brand frowned at him. "Easy for you to say," he muttered. "Really, Brother. I know you missed our ceremony, but believe me, I was just as nervous as you are." "It's the truth," Gunnar said, coming up to stand next to them, dressed in his own warrior finery. "He was sweating buckets. I thought we were going to have to run to the house a

One struck Mike in the neck, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious within same second of impact. Jared's reflexes kicked in early, and he caught the second dart targetted at him mere inches from his face. He glanced around the surrounding, sensing as the air reeked of murderous aura. Then his eyes locked onto two figures emerging from the shadows. They were clad in ninja attire, their faces obscured except for their glowing red sad eyes which only meant one thing - They were unmistakable, asassins from the Tribe of Sorrow....A legendary assassin clan with extraordinary powers. They would kill for the f*e and with pleasure in their heart. It was what they're birthed for and to do.

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.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

Same with Jean, Nina immediately ran fast to avoid this scary man. She had no idea where the fun in this group was. Everyone looks like they are working hard, even though they are just cleaning. Not to mention the dictator-like leader, this group is far from pleasant. After the cleaning was over, Gavin stood in the middle holding his paper sword. With his cold and arrogant style, he looked around his surroundings which looked very clean. Yes, really clean shiny as he expected. "Now assemble!" He shouted. The crew immediately gathered and left the remains of their work, including Nina the apprentice.

It was the only way. Naraja: “I don’t care how much pain that I go through nor how much you put me through. As long as I get my hands on you, then I’ll be all good you bastard.” ???: “Pfft, sure. Bring it on hotshot!” The mysterious black human-like monster figure threw two fast jabs at Naraja’s face, but in a split second he ducked beneath those two fatal attacks, then Naraja put most of his weight into his right leg to perform an uppercut.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

“Ayu, sit here, don’t just stand there,” said Jinu, patting the empty spot on the sofa beside him. His face looked so warm, his smile gentle, totally different from the rough biker-gang vibe I had always imagined. “I … thanks.” I carefully sat down, still jittery inside, but at least relieved I could finally take a breath. While sitting there, my thoughts started spinning again. What kind of gang was this, really? From Arum’s stories, Garuda Steel was supposed to be brutal, never hesitating to pick fights with anyone who dared cross them.