Ninjago Akita Novels & Stories

Diego: My eyes were fixed on the hooded man for a second as my canines were in their full size, ready for an attack. He turned to look at me, and I could see a dark gaze in his eyes. The man was an Alpha blood, it was the one thing that I could feel and recognize as my wolf grew angrier, though he was, I didn’t know. But something inside me told me that he wasn’t a stranger to me.

He comments as he collects the daggers from him. Akio shrugs, his long shiny hair shifting with the motion. “That’s what makes me so hard to catch.” He grins and for a moment it’s almost like he’s a younger version of Gojo Sensei but with better hair, better genes, and a shittier sense of style. As Sensei dismisses him, he winks at me and gives William a thumbs-up. Leave it to Akio to support opposing sides at the same time.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

He clutched harder and I felt like I was gonna die. But just then came another growl from behind us. It was a black big Alpha she-wolf. Anger displayed in her golden eyes that coldly gazed at Vogar. She was ready for battle. She roared, attacking the neck of Vogar, and sending him off to the floor. His grip left my neck. My hands clutched my neck as I coughed hard, trying to steady my breath. I almost lost it. Just when the wolf held Vogar pinned to the floor, I took off on my heels.

Nico My trainer is ready as he stands in his black, knee length shorts, his bald head with a tattoo on it of a skull with a patch over one skull eye. Not very attractive which is a shame because Nikolei is a good-looking man, he has dark skin with amber eyes, almost like a cat. “Morning Boss, where is the lady?”

Arata was also spent, breathing heavily, compared to the predators whose members consisted of only elite primes Alpha types, with Kaito a registered Japanese Luna, the wolves were mixed with omega types and an Enigma making them a weaker team, if Taiga wasn't counting himself. From the sidelines, Dante’s grin faded into something more dangerous. His voice was low, muttered like a growl only he could hear. “So that’s your plan Rei, huh? you want him to expose himself… how rude, Taiga—” His eyes burned. “I'm sorry, but i want the same.”

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

Surely, I feel bad for doing this because I know Akita’s story. Akita lost her mum and dad in a war that besiege the wolf community a long time ago. It was a horrible horrible war because of the grudge that’s always been between vampires and wolves and since then, she’s decided to be a soldier. I have never regretted letting her join the wolf gang but now, she must have been angry at the dig but a soldier should be able to control herself. I try to justify my actions because just seeing her there was the most pitiable thing ever especially knowing my own decision and knowing that being in the wolf gang was certainly her entire life.

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.