Rain Assassin Ninja Novels & Stories

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

There was room for nothing else--no one else, except for Luna Aurora. I was knocked to the ground, shoved into the dirt just half a minute in. The taste of it filled my mouth, followed by a disgusting grainy texture that crunched beneath my teeth. The gentle scent of gardenias and rose petals filled my nose, and I met the not-so-gentle eyes of the Assassin. They were a deep, chocolate shade of brown that held rich undertones of caramel. Even though I lacked the fighting skills of your typical Luna, I still had the reflexes.

The third circled wide. Serena ducked beneath a blade and drove her claws upward, ripping across the attacker’s stomach. Blood sprayed instantly. But unlike ordinary fighters— the assassin barely reacted. Another blade came toward her ribs. Serena twisted sideways and slammed her elbow into the attacker’s jaw before driving claws through his chest. He dropped immediately. Meanwhile Mira moved like flowing water. Precise. Terrifying. One assassin slashed toward her neck— she sidestepped smoothly and buried a dagger directly beneath his chin.

"You shot my brother. And you threatened my woman." The lead enforcer didn't hesitate. "Target recognized. Deploy the dampeners!" The two lead assassins stepped forward, pulling the triggers on their heavy harpoon rifles. With a metallic *twang*, two heavy titanium spikes trailed by thick, glowing silver cables shot through the air, aimed directly at Rhys's chest. These weren't standard projectiles; they were high-frequency disruption harpoons designed to pierce an Alpha’s skin and dump a massive electrical current directly into their nervous system, forcing their wolf into instant, paralyzed submission.

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

Mylan jumped and flipped in the air landing on Nix's back. “I told yall Lynn and her grandma are ninja assassins, I ain't lying. Yall seeing the same shit I'm seeing. Ain't no way they be walking on air like them old ninja movies and not be assassins.” Ji'lahni said, as she fired her shot gun shooting an alien between the eyes. Lynn just rolled her eyes at Ji'lahni, she already told her they weren't ninjas or assassins. “Tavie why are you guys back her? You were supposed to be heading to Asia to help my brothers.” Lynn said, looking at Tavie.

ASHINA’S POV The clanging of footsteps shattered the suffocating deadlock. It began as a faint, almost imperceptible rumble, like a distant storm murmuring across the plains. Gradually, it intensified, becoming the steady, deliberate pounding of boots marching in harmony, vibrating through the soil and into our bones. I held my breath while Alpha Knight paused mid-motion, sword suspended in the air, his gaze snapping sharply towards the growing noise. Then, out of the shadows, they appeared. It was the warriors clad in deep midnight blue, their faces adorned with the sacred patterns of my bloodline. Their presence was like a surge of memory brought to life.

She looked at him, and in her view lay not regret, but the pure, unpredictable pride of a warrior. ‘If Life the price is to this world before its final fall into the darkness at keep... then press the damn trigger.” Raven stared at her eyes. His hand floated only centimeters above black, flowing metal from project Azilla. The weapon pulsated, felt the proximity his human blood, greeded to connect with him and death to take over the valley.

Andrea rolled under the vanity, her only intelligent thought being, Get away. When she looked up again, Zain had a handful of the ninja's robes and kicked repeatedly, kneeing the ninja attacker in the stomach, landing a foot against the guy's thigh. It was like watching UFC, except it wasn't an even match at all. The ninja tried to swipe at Zain and he just...floated...out of the guy's reach. The ninja grappled with Zain, wrenching at his arms. Zain lost his hold and the ninja backpedaled toward the door, whirled, and sprinted away.