Ninja Warna Hitam Novels & Stories

Black like Ren. Ren was black. So black that if it weren’t for the light of the moon, I’m not sure I would be able to find him by sight. It was like a type of shield for camouflage fit for the perfect warrior wolf. I realize in my perusal that he was black almost all over, except the tips of his ears matched the brown in Nate, and there were little specs of white on his chest. White patching Nate’s paws. White like Nessa’s white. Like me.

Emma asked with an eyebrow raised. “One of the Sensei’s ninja took it.” Lucas responded, knowing how crazy it sounded out loud. “The Sensei has ninja? What is going on in this city?” “They’re not real ninja, but they move quite and wear all black with black masks.” Emma seemed flabbergasted by this information. Lucas didn’t want to worry her too much before the meeting, but he had seen how well she handled herself under pressure yesterday.

a familiar voice said behind her. Turning around she saw one of her brothers who was resting his back on the wall with his arms crossing his chest and his eyes on her. He was wearing his normal black clothes, his ninja armor, which consists of a black jacket, black trousers, light black sandals, and a ski mask which he lifted up so that his face will be seen. "Lost? Really?" she asked, ignoring the kid part he had called her. "Yes, lost if not we would have seen you when Master Storm had whistle."

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.

Britney spoke up, “There was a group of people dressed in all black and a jeep stopped here. They ruined everything and beat Kate's mother when she wanted to fight back." "Who are they?" I hissed. "How dare they act like this in Jungle Power." "I don't know who they are, Kate. But they all look like a pack of werewolves who are so strong because they have their own mark on the clothes they wear.” Nina added. "What kind of emblem is that, Nina?" Terrence asked Nina. "Red circles, and little gray flowers," answered Nina. "I've never heard of a herd bearing such a crest before, but whatever it is I'll still find out." Terrence sighed, then he sat down next to me and coaxed mom into coming with

“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.

As soon as he answered he spotted an arrow heading straight for him. He ignored the pain in his chest and pull the door closed. The arrow landed in the window, pointed directly at his head. “Damn that was close are you ok?” Martrice asked as he turned to check on his cousin. “Yea, I'm good we need to find away outta this shit. We won't be able to take them all down, with just the two of us.” Kain said as he kept his eyes on the ninjas who were taking slow steps towards them. “That was a warning shot, the next one won't miss, now I’ll ask for the last time, where the hell is your sister?” The ninja that was hiding in the forest asked, as she stepped from the darken forest in a white ninja out

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.

One by one, they emerged. Figures stepped from the cave holes like ghosts waking from centuries of slumber. Their skin was ashen, their eyes glowing faintly beneath the hoods many of them wore. Some were tall and lithe, others hunched and gnarled. There were no children, no signs of normal life. Just witch warriors.

“Hahaha! You little piece of shit, you’re asking for it!” He raised his hand, hoping to launch the weapons from his sleeves. Using shuriken and kunai in a mission was a common tactic for ninjas. They were practically walking arsenals. As he raised his hands, eight black-colored beads were held in between his fingers. However, before he could launch them, Kaze beat him to it by grabbing his forearms before twisting them. Crack! Following two loud cracks, both arms were broken. “Aaaarh! I’ll kill you!”