Pain Naruto Ripped Cloak Novels & Stories

Ragnar sat in the corner, cloaked in silence. His back was slouched in the armchair, forearms braced on his knees, blood dried along his jaw, hair wild and shadowed. His tunic hung open, exposing a brutal constellation of cuts across his chest, some fresh, some long-healed. Her throat dried up at the sight of his bare chest. His claws were retracted now, but the tension in his body remained a restrained predator, breathing like he’d fought a war and lost something far more precious than his pride.

His fists clenched at his sides as his mind processed only one thought. Ragnar. In the next moment, he moved. His long strides carried him swiftly across the hall. The grand doors of his mansion burst open as he stormed outside. Without breaking his pace, he leapt upward, his powerful frame landing atop the roof with a grace that defied his size. From there, he stood still for a moment, the wind tearing at his clothes, his eyes glowing fiercely beneath the daylight. Then... The sound of tearing fabric broke through the calm air. The leather of his sleeveless shirt began to strain, stretching tightly against his swelling muscles until it finally ripped apart with a sharp, violent snap.

He didn't even raise his arms to shield himself. He merely shifted his massive frame slightly to the side, evading my dagger's fatal strike to his neck. But to my shock, he allowed my shadow claws to rip through his leather chest plate without making any attempt to parry. *Rip!* The fabric of his cloak and the thick leather of his chest plate tore apart instantly under my mystical claws. Three deep, wide horizontal gashes formed across his firm, muscular chest. Fresh, dark red blood sprayed massively, splattering over the mahogany desk and soaking the white shirt beneath his cloak until it turned a deep crimson.

He needs the ointment more than I do and I wish I were like those protagonists that are strong and stubborn so that I can help him heal his wounds. I tried hard to control my breath and sniff. I don’t want him to know that I’m crying. However, my efforts were futile when I heard him stand up and walked closer to me. I laid still and clenched my fists while I tried to hide my face under the cloak. With my eyes closed, I felt him lift the cloak up, all the fabric gathering more into my face. My whole body froze as I failed to understand his actions. I heard more shuffling before I felt a cold, stinging pain in my arms. I yelped as I quickly sat up and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Shit. He ripped. It's pulsing fresh blood. Pretty profusly. We've got to get it to stop.” He grabs my leg, lifting it up to prop my foot on his knee. Then he rips the bottom of one of my pant legs, pulling it down over my ankle. He struggles to get it over the boot without ripping it. Then he lifts my hoodie up to my chest and grabs my under shirt, ripping a huge strip off of it. He folds it over until it's a small square. He places it over my wound before he pulls the stretchy circle that was the bottom of my leggings over my head and down to my neck. It's tight and at first I feel like it's choking me and I fight it.

It seemed her regeneration speed had quickened, or the babies were healing her. o==[]::::::::::::::::> My hands come to the front of my cloak, pulling it over my head and it falls to the floor, leaving me to stand there in a silky black baji. I watch my mother explain to Hunnie that she was going to take her Kimono's from her and she looks back at me in a panic. I had just taken off my pants and now fully naked. I couldn't help but to smirk. She looked like a scared little bunny!

I finally get my bearings enough to push to my knees, sitting back on my heels in front of me, Niko is already doing up his pants. His silence is deafening. His belt buckle clicking as he slips it through the hoops. I snatch up the material closest to me. It’s my sweatshirt, the zipper looks broken. I think my bra also ripped as he dragged it off me. Hopefully, my leggings can be salvaged. “Here” I turn to Niko holding out his shirt to me. I accept it silently, slipping an arm through one hand and then the other. “Now tell me, why you were crying?”

Then they were completely shattered. Ding Hao's back was badly mutilated in an instant, and the cyan robe on his upper body was torn, revealing his naked body.

And it was terrifying. Regret? I didn't regret anything. The people whose lives I had ruined deserved it and I won't stop until I get justice for her. Besides, the pain I was constantly going through was enough Karma. Not to mention this new dilemma Ryu put me in. I've seen Haruto and Toshiro naked countless times. I never got any reaction. He used his hand goddamn it. Just his hand and I'm a pathetic mess. I then noticed someone staring at me and turned sideways to see Dai. A small guy with a mop of dark hair, wearing hot pink pants and a white shirt. His nails were painted pink along with his lips. I immediately saw red.

Gripping his sword aura, he leaped skyward, soaring toward the heavens and evading the strike. "Hmm?" The cloaked man froze momentarily before letting out an angry grunt. He extended his palm again, this time channeling his entire reservoir of martial deity energy. A scream pierced the air as his right hand exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Chase, balancing on his sword aura, darted hundreds of feet away. His gaze locked on the cloaked man clutching his sword, and it carried a faint trace of mockery. The cloaked man clutched his bleeding wrist, smirking coldly. "Young one, I admit that you've caused me some trouble. But… I will never forget today's humiliation!"