Ninja Warna Hitam Novels & Stories

I should have trusted my first instincts. “So why the whole fucking charade?” I ask. “What’s going on here?” “Well, it all has to do with that serial killer from September. He’s not a random psychopath. He’s Ninja.” Fuck. My fears confirmed. Ninja was the code name of Nick Jin, a former PSK who went rogue and was therefore turned over by THEM to the Feds. He was known as Ninja because, prior to joining THEM, he used the disguise of a ninja and used various samurai weapons to murder his victims. If Nick Jin really has gotten free and is on the loose, that is bad news for THEM.

Alfi exclaimed punching Wira with his clones at the same time. Wira is managed to be defeated by Alfi. “Say my hello to Taye, I’m sorry for killing your precious best friend. Now, pay him a visit.” Alfi said. Alfi runs to Kartika and the others. They all seem fine. “Is everyone ok?” Alfi asked worrying. “Yes, they are. Someone just helped me before.” Kartika answered. “Yeah, he looks like a Samurai,” Koji added. “His hair is black and he wears a purple kimono,” Katon added.

The White Lion immediately ran quickly out of the square. Narakashura who controlled Naraka Pati; the black demon warrior, was confused by the person in front of him. He felt that the person who looked all black and had claws on both hands was no ordinary person. "Who are you?" Naraka Pati asked. "Black Tiger; the Bhayangkara special forces of the Swarnabhumi kingdom. What's wrong, are you afraid of me?" He smiled a little. "Bhayangkara? I don't know about that army. Are they a bunch of fools?" Naraka Pati quipped with a chuckle.

At that point, the surviving ninja felt extremely uneasy for no apparent reason. He got out of the car without hesitation. Just as he stepped out, there was a loud noise about ten meters behind him. The car was engulfed in a golden column of light, and everyone inside died! The lucky ninja noticed three black-clad men near the car. The ninja did not dare to linger, evading the men in black and narrowly escaping back to the Cloud Nine Tower! Finally, the ninja said, "Those three appeared to have different skills, and their attire was very distinctive. One of them had a compass in hand and seemed to be able to control nature—"

Placing my knife in my waistband, I slung a bow and arrow over my shoulder, tucked razor-sharp ninja stars into my shorts, and secured a long rope with a heavy spiked ball around my form. I slid into black army boots and while I put my hair in a high ponytail, I turned around to Sam, who was already fully dressed. Black night pants combined with a shirt with his arms visible, the bloody red lines crawling over his body like snakes. Weapons, more than one could count, were attached to his body. He had painted a black stripe over his eyes and his eyes seemed to exude fury. It was something that the paint did, I realised. It really was intimidating. He looked furious, even though he wasn't.

However, instead of retreating, the ninja reached into his apparel and drew out a sharp sword which glistened in the dark. Well, regardless of whatever strength he thought he possessed, Andrea saw Carrie retrain him in one swift move, knocking out the sword in his hands towards Andrea. Andrea was about to walk forward when the symbol on the handle of the sword caught her attention. She squatted and picked it up. "Why do you have this sword?" She asked, stepping closer to the ninja. She was about to rip out his head covering when Carrie blocked her. "It completely embarrasses them when they can't deliver the job they were assigned and still gets their identity exposed." Carrie said.

“We had just stepped out to find Rose something to wear and get her cleaned up when one of the ninja guards came to let us know that he heard movement inside the hut. He did not want to startle you so he decided to let us know instead of looking in on you himself.” I nod my head in understanding, a smile tugging at my lips. “You really must explain to me why you keep calling them ninjas.” Laughter rumbles up Morgana’s chest, lighting her face with joy. “They remind me of those ninjas that I have seen on the television when visiting the Human Realm.” She says, covering her face with the blanket up to her eyes. “Everything is covered in black clothing except for their eyes.”

A ringing noise erupted in my ears from being hit with such a force. Everything happened in such a quick succession that I didn't get a chance to defend myself. Ignoring the pain, I collected myself from the ground and extracted my kunai knife, which I always carried but kept concealed in my hand. Turning towards the enemy I discovered he was a masked figure with a dark green ninja uniform. The way he moved so fast, I understood he was a trained assassin. The black eyes screamed evil as he judged me from head to toe. "Who are you?" I asked, clutching my head, the blood was now seeping into my hair and eyes.

All clear! This feels like I’m a ninja in this action movie. My entire outfit is even black. I am wearing this black shirt and black leather pants, with matching black boots. I’m my own kind of Lara Croft. Nice! I’m a bit calm because Jack Wills is currently not in my peripheral vision. My self-confidence continues to overflow. Damn! I should have brought a gun though to make it feel more realistic. Not that I have one of course but well... Or a Swiss Army knife! Why didn’t I think of that earlier? “I don’t know our safe’s password. I swear,” Pam exclaims with both of her arms being raised.

She looks too pretty to be an intruder but just like I told myself earlier the tumid lines and fragile ones seem to be the most dangerous around here. "Well-done Nikita, you passed the test..m I am number one, first tier and a black"