Ninjago Fang Blades Novels & Stories

I said in a voice I could only describe as dead. “Such anger” she tutted, “you didn’t even know that I didn’t need a syringe to get into your blood this time” I frowned down at my body and saw that the bushes had thorns that had torn my skin in several places. I cocked my head to the side and watched as the wounds closed up, then I looked to her and raised my brows.

I pull the blade from his Kidney and slam it in between his shoulders, the roar is animalistic and has me smiling before I take my other knife and drag it along both achilles tendons. Standing my chest is heaving as I stand looking down at the fucker who put his hands on me and all I can think about is getting out of here. Watching Niel flapping around at my feet the screams coming from him makes me smirk, bending down, I take his chin, forcing him to look me in the eye.

I took one of my blades and stabbed him on his right shoulder. Let me let you in on a little secret, my blades are silver and I soaked them with wolfsbane making it harder to heal. “You f*cking b*tch! What did you–” I laughed, cutting him off. I’m sure I sounded like a deranged psycho. He lounged trying to punch me with both arms swinging. Blocking each one I kicked him in the stomach grabbing a hold of his left arm and twisting it. I didn’t let go. He was seething and foaming at the mouth, I b*tched slapped him with my right hand. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t permit you to.” I whispered-yelled. “F*ck you!” he yelled.

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.

Nicko replied and took out his own dagger with the name of our clan engraved on it. The dagger stands as our initials. It's the only thing that differentiate us from other clans. All at once, the gangsters lurched at us, growling and roaring like some wild animals. As the first gangster lurched at me, I swirled my dagger so fast that it moved with the speed of lightening, gouging out the eyes of the first gangster. He fell to the ground with a loud cry, holding his bloody eyes in his hand. Shrieking and wailing in pain.

Then took out his boning knife, spinning it in between his fingers, he palmed it, readying himself. "You come against us with a boning knife, what are we? Chickens?" The leader chuckled, mocking him. "We'll see who will laugh last," he calmly said. The smug smile was wiped away from the leader's face as he raised his sword to attack, the three other jaguar ninjas followed suit, closing in on them. "Now!" He screamed at Bernice who started sprinting away toward the exit. One of the ninjas tried to run after her, Rojan was behind him in a flash as he held him by his cloth and flung him back against a pillar. The force of the impact made the walls around them vibrate.

I yanked out the blade and thick, black blood spurted out like a fountain of death. Silver. Poetic justice, huh, Andy?

she agreed and I nodded. "Don't kill him but make him suffer." I ordered. "We will. Don't worry." Blade promised. Joker guided me away and we sat on the floor as Jaden and Blade worked. It was easy to see that they were brothers, they worked much like the Twins did. They didn't need to communicate verbally and just knew what the other one was doing all the time. Wires was bloody, bruised and beaten at the end of hour. He lost an eye, ear and two fingers in honor of Nat and Margo. When Jaden nodded to me that they were done, I stood up and approached Wires.

I gasped. Though his head didn’t move, I felt his eyes on me for a second, then he dragged the blade out just as mercilessly as he stuck it in. A single look was enough to convey his thought because the next moment his men were moving, they dragged the intruders out of the room heading in the direction of the study. Glaring at the floor, Niko wipes the bloody blade on the sleeves of his jacket, then the blade disappears into his sleeve, where he likely strapped the sheath to his wrist. It seems I was the only one who didn’t think to come armed.

She thought and saw one of the men aim right at Sullivan with the sharp blade in his hand. Sullivan dodged just in time and grabbed his arm. The man looked at him and dropped the knife only to catch it with his other hand and when he made to stab him with it, Sullivan kicked him by the joint, making him fall to his knees and then he used his hand to push his arm joint before turning it back in one motion. A crack was heard and the man’s hand dangled on its own without being able to control it. He held his shoulder as his face contorted in pain and he moved away from him.