Ninja Table Novels & Stories

Jake grinned and picked up his things and sat at the same table as Nina. He placed the laptop on the table, sat opposite her, and without looking away from the laptop's screen he asked her. "Are you looking for Jeremy?" Nina hadn't noticed at all when this dude showed up, even less when he sat down opposite her. Hearing his question she was taken by surprise and let out a scream. "Where did you come from?" Jake pointed at the table he was previously sitting in, his eyes still glued to the screen. "From there."

I kneel opposite her and place the tabletop down. Mr Thomson walks towards the class doorway. ‘I will be back in thirty minutes. I expect the table to be fixed.’ ‘Yeah, yeah,’ I say, waving him off. Nina clears her throat. ‘Take the legs off the broken table. Then we can nail them into the new tabletop.’ Without saying a word, I take hold of the legs and go to pull it off, but Nina interrupts me, tapping me on the shoulder with a screwdriver. ‘Just unscrew them like a normal person. Otherwise, you will either bend the legs or break them like you did the table,’

Maybe it was something about the caged animal, but Nathan did not like being put in a small room with someone untrustworthy. Nina took the other bed and did the same to her shoes. She hauled her own backpack on the bed and reached inside. Nathan growled again at her actions, feeling uneasy again. “Calm down there, I was just getting my tablet,” she said as she pulled out a small, thin device and started tapping away at it.

He finished off the Ninja with his pistol and marched forward. A Ninja dashed to Jax, swinging his blade in an arc, but Jax dove with practiced ease. He wasn't so lucky with the next swing as the sword slashed through his M sixteen rifle, splitting it into two. Jax's jaw dropped in horror, but he reined himself in again and swung what he had readily available—his brawls. He punched the Ninja in the nose, and he staggered back, holding onto his bleeding nose. Jax followed him up with a hard punch to the stomach, causing him to double over and then landing a devastating kick to the head.

“JK is the biggest threat. That person whose hiding his blood lust and too perfectly that it’s making my blood boils. He is hiding the holder of God Sagittarius and is so good at it that I always fail to know where he is.” Aira’s frustration that she vents out and a bit to the glass table in front of her. Creating a crack that runs all in the middle, yet not enough to break it completely. “Now, we need to replace that table. It’s just a shame that it is a bit expensive.” “Nate!” Deep breath out and playing for a second, Nate fixed his expression and draws those serious tone that Aira wanted to see and to hear from him. “But he isn’t just the person that we should be aware off.”

The air was thick with anticipation. Elder Alfred stood at the head of the table, his voice calm but commanding. “Today’s final test is a war simulation. Myra commands the defending Lycan Kingdom forces. Nina commands the invading rival army. You will take turns making moves. Explain your strategy and reasoning clearly. The best commander wins the round. Begin.” Nina stepped forward first, a confident smirk playing on her lips. She moved several heavy infantry pieces forward in a bold central push.

She seemed no interest in the intruder. One step ahead. Mark Slater gets on the verge of the view of the table. The maroon-furnished table relaxed lowly on the floor. The height that reached knee-high of the lady seated before him. The table was supplied with an accomplice of different delicacies. A dish of different fruits, three dishes fully covered and a jar of water served with two glasses, a bottle of, two melamine plates with a serving rod and a chopstick. Ahead of the table another mat lay but well decorated and coated.

Ours on the right. I walked straight past our station. I walked toward the Moon Crescent table. Silas, Martha, and Pip followed me in a tight formation. I reached the table where Skade would stand. I looked at the polished wood. I took the Northern knife. I lifted it well up over my head. I thrust it down to the very heart of her table with a sudden swipe. The wood snapped with a noise like a bone breaking. It was a jagged tooth of steel in the center of her workspace.

Nia's POV The massive stone table in the center of the main strategy hall looked incredibly vast and empty as I sat alone at the head, the thick leather ledger containing our updated northern patrol routes lying open before me. I tapped my fingers rhythmically against the polished wood, my eyes tracking the dancing shadows cast by the high wall torches while the heavy silence of the fortress closed in around me. The hour we had designated for our briefing had already come and gone, yet the two highest ranking officers of our defense grid were nowhere to be found, a fact that would usually have me pacing the floor in a fit of professional rage. I leaned back in my carved wooden chair, a faint

The “war table” looked different with no targets on it. No red routes. No blinking threat icons. Just sheets of paper, a few printed maps of the city with circles in blue instead of crimson, and three mugs of coffee already going cold. Lys stood at the head of the table, one hand braced on the edge, the other resting lightly on a folder Aria had labeled THIRD PATH – DRAFT. Kael sat to her right. Dima and Jace flanked the left side, and at the far end, squeezed in between a stack of supply manifests and a crate serving as an extra seat, was Lina—a former Siren tech who now answered to “our extremely underpaid legal brain,” according to Aria.