Ninja Garu Novels & Stories

He was about to say ‘my friends. “Gairoshi is a phrase from the old language of Apharoth. It means grit for glory,” explained Chaos. A strong wind blew outside the tent and some of the cold breeze got in. Carysse knew she felt the icy air but also felt it from her insides. It was like Gairoshi was a bad omen.

Anything to avoid those arrows. The bridge shook as Garagantua got to his feet. He was now aware of us. And I was aware of him, and in particular his penis which was hanging from his hairless groin. It wasn’t particularly big. I mean, it was enormous, but it was in proportion to his size. I couldn’t see him using it to slap us around with. And if Biadet’s note meant it was his weak point, we’d have to hit it with a lot of arrows.

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

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.

RENZO POV Rain clung to the windows like sweat, the wipers working overtime but the tension inside the car made it hard to breathe. Bram’s hands stayed locked on the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw tight. I couldn’t fucking breathe. My heart had nearly flown out of my chest. My shoulder throbbed—bruised. I turned toward the driver’s seat, eyes catching on Bram. He was bleeding at the side of his head. The guard up front looked dazed, blinking like he’d just snapped back into reality.

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

“Yes. Do you have a problem with that?” “Okay, boys. Cut it out.” Amelia came in between us, giving the markers to Lucius. “I need to find my best friend or we all gonna be hunted by Victor, the director, and the Raitos, and trust me, you don’t wanna cross paths with dozens of Samurai and Ninjas.” “And here I thought I’ve already seen many weird things in my life,” Nora said. “So Ninjas do exist.” “Yes. Ren is literally a Samurai. He’s a warrior, and his family a descendant to a noble class of ancient Japan Society.”

" You know where his private guard is, right? Go after her and bring me her head." Ginny nodded. " Understood." Nagisa turned to the rest of her men. " The fat man musn't escape. I don't care how you do it. Bring him to me, dead or alive." The ninjas went off like bullets shot from a gun, leaving me with Nagisa and a couple of men. By now, my wounds were perfectly healed. As I made to rise to my feet, something like a heavy club slammed on my head. Light exploded in my head, sending me into a still quiet darkness.

Both Rina and I are a bit stunned by what just happened, while Greta chuckles at our expressions. Rina suddenly shifts to a different topic, out of nowhere. "—and I told Borgov I wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said I need to master the basics first. What are the basics? Just standing? I can stand! I’ve been doing that my whole life! I’m an expert stander. But he said there’s more to it. What more? You stand, you throw, you hit the target. Simple, right? But he made it sound like rocket science."

Third person POV: Ravan was busy attending a very high profile and serious meeting with his god father shabbier sheikh and two more Mafia Don’s from foreign country one of them was Anthony Ivanov from Russia while other one was Mustaffa Rehman from Dubai, they both were very popular and considered as deadly and brutual as Ravan in their own countries furthermore as Ravan and shabbier had planned on expanding their weapon and drug’s business in foreign country they were busy planning on having collaborating with both of those Mafia Don’s, Shabbier was in middle of discussing route for safely exporting their weapons and drugs in foreign country when Guddu hastily barged in gaining attention f