Ninja Table Novels & Stories

So far, not one person is taking a full interest, though. Akin sits at the head of the table like always. He takes his place next to the alpha female, who has an almost regal posture. She is sitting next to her mate, the man from another clan, who sits to her right. Then there are the two men on either side of the table. The first is a young werewolf named Niles, who looks much more approachable than Nanny does. They are both from the other clan, but they have been chosen to be allies and elders. They are friendly, with kind smiles, but there is something in their eyes that speaks of hidden hostility. If you stare too long into their eyes, your thoughts wander away from the conversation.

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 kids had finally been whisked away to the nursery, it was a difficult mission that involved Cristiano trying to ride one of the household staff like a horse, and now, the adults—if I can call them that—were left to face each other. At the head of the table sat Rino, and I sat right beside him, my hand resting on his thigh under the table. I could feel the corded muscle of his leg vibrating with tension, I was basically acting as his human blood pressure cuff. Across from us, the table wasn't just set for lunch, it was split down the middle like a front-line battle trench. On the left, the Capones. Vincenzo looked bored, but his fingers were tapping a slow, rhythmic beat on the wood that

of the table, their eyes hit both of them. On Kael’s right: Dima, sleeves rolled up, a stack of paper and a stylus in front of him. Beside him, Jace sprawled in his seat with practiced slouch, a tablet in one hand, boots hooked on a crate instead of the floor. Across from them, three new faces. Nia, representing the sanctuary network. Imani, representing security and the ex‑Sirens who’d chosen to be fighters. Lina, the legal brain, representing the fragile but vital bridge between everything they’d built and the pieces they wanted to be able to show daylight without being arrested.

a soft voice interrupted. The door to the war room clicked shut. Nina stood there, holding a heavy silver tray. She wore her standard gray maid uniform, the fabric scrubbed clean but thin at the elbows. Her dark hair was pulled back, exposing the pale skin of her throat. "Luka and I already spoke about it," Nina said, keeping her eyes down as she stepped toward the table. "I will cover the hours when he is down in the pits." She set the tray down with a soft rattle. The scent hit me instantly. Freshly cut sandwiches, thick white bread, and strong, black coffee. My stomach twisted. I had not eaten in twenty four hours, but the food was not what made my throat go dry.

If they needed them and didn't have them, it would already be too late. Nina sat in her chair, tipping it back with one foot on the table. She used a dagger to clean beneath her fingernails. Her posture wasn't fooling anyone though. Her eyes kept flicking back and forth, her lips pressed together in a thin line. She was just as nervous and on edge as the rest of us. Enzo sank into the chair beside her, a hint of amusement behind his sleep-deprived eyes. "Are you going to use it as a toothpick next?"

His eyes continued to follow her every step where he clearly sensed her having trouble walking in those heels which made him sigh. Until she didn't reach the table, his eyes remained glued at her and then with a soft sigh, he resumed walking and the manager started following him, along with Easton, who noticed every single thing in complete silence. ……….. “It's the order of the table no. 9,” Nina said to the chefs after taking orders from the people at the designated table number. One of the chefs nodded at her with a polite smile, making her beam too.

she looked around to the job at hand, "I don't know." "I've got it," Miyako appeared. "Smash these two tablets together and you'll get a rather destructive acidic reaction," she handed out blue and yellow marbles to me and...well, our newfound non-enemy wasn't interested. The ninja and I got to work. She was faster. In my defense, she'd trained for this and I had a sinking feeling whatever acid this combo made was equally hazardous to my flesh. "You are bleeding," the warrior woman snuck up on me.

* My roommate wants a piece of me *The rejected nagin. Thanks.