Ninja Novels & Stories

When she sprinted towards her mother, she wasn’t paying much attention to him. When she was cornered, Yuna thought of a billion ways to get out of this situation. She then realized that she had a taser with her. She invented a taser in this world for emergencies. She avoided a ninja’s sword swiftly and put the taser on his stomach. The ninja began twitching when the taser touched. He instantly dropped to the floor while twitching.

Junior discovered from the book that the alternative name for smart fighting in the other world was NiNJA. After Junior had been with the old man for some time, the old man noticed that Junior was uninterested in food. He does not use alcohol, meat, or eat fish. Junior had been in the forest for three months and had surveyed the bush to see what things were in the forest. Junior's special passion was sex, therefore he began searching the forest for any opposite sex.

Rachel turned the screw. "Miyako, did you give Pamela that box of matches?" Caprica glared at the ninja. "Matches? Matches are 'Old School'. Ninja's use encapsulated chemical reagents to generate flames," Miyako enlightened us all. "They even work underwater." Caprica looked down and coughed. When she looked back up, she was shaking her head and grinning. "I concede," she sighed. "Students," she called out.

The ninjas leaped forward and pointed their swords towards the three of us. Three ninjas were attacking each one of us. It wasn't easy to fight with them especially that our only weapons were our claws. I avoided every strike they're throwing at me. I was keenly observing their movements. I plastered a dangerous smile when I already mastered the rhythm of their moves. One ninja is attacking me from behind so I quickly fled towards his back and clawed him deeply. Stains of blood remained on my claws when I lifted my hand. Another ninja was coming with a full-force ov

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

Kane. Showering. Probably washing off the blood, the sweat, the fight. Mona glanced toward the door for a second longer than she meant to, then quickly looked away, pressing her lips together. "Focus," she muttered under her breath. She shifted slightly, her gaze drifting around the room. It was simple. Bare. Functional. Nothing personal. Nothing soft. Nothing like him and everything like him at the same time. Her eyes flickered back to the first aid kit still open on the table, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Damien smirked and picked up a silver glimmering knife. "Looks like your boss was feeding you like pigs." Damien tsked and cut a large portion of flesh from their fingers. "Fuck you Damien Romano. You will have to pay for this" the one names Fenrir yelled in pain. "Tell me the name of your boss and I will let you go." Damien offered while taking another finger of Fenrir. "In your dreams." Fenrir smirked and bit his own tounge and fainted. "This small trick won't work at me. Albert make him awake in 10 minutes. Till then I will make an important call." Damien then left from there. e Anf

Justin there mentions to her, “Please come to my office, ninja. It is urgent. I have some ass for you to kick here.” The girl there replies, “Be right there.” and then she hangs up the phone. I put up a judgy face for how Justin addressed the girl on the phone, “Ninja? Who is it?” Yet Justin put on a. Wicked smirk, “You will know when she comes.” It seems like he is a man who emphasizes on mystique very much. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨

They were large, wearing chainmail, and carrying longswords, knives at their sides. Nya could see their movements before they even came at her. She brought her sword around, her knife in the other hand, stabbing through the weak points in the chainmail of the lead soldier as she flew up into the air, her legs kicking out. She caught the man next to him in the gut, knocking him backward as she brought her arms around and hit the next two soldiers.

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.