Shade Ninjago Novels & Stories

Jenica and Ginji are kissing passionately on the other side of the pool. “Oppss.” That’s the only word that came out of Yo’s mouth; he knew for sure this is bad. He tried to hold Shin to stop him from doing anything he will surely regret. But Shin jumps already in to the water so he can swim across and get on their position faster. Yo wasn’t able to stop him, he knew he can’t, the power of Shin’s wolves radiate already. And he knew for a fact that he is no match for it. Shin jumps off the water and pounced Ginji who was out balanced by the shocked of what happen.

At this moment, Jonin screamed in fright, “Stop it! Stop it!” However, the six men were already rushing ferociously towards them and they were about to lower their ninjatos to slash Charlie directly. So, how could they possibly stop whatever they were doing at this time?! Jonin could only watch as six ninjatos fell and slashed him directly, one after the other! Jonin felt severe pain all over his body and he gritted his teeth and groaned as he yelled out loud, “Dumbass! Useless fools! Baka!”

“All the times we’ve spent together, don’t they mean something? And my brother-” “You already know my condition. That’s the only thing that’ll make me stop.” Nozomi coldly cut Hina off. Nozomi launched her shadows at Hina to emphasize her point. However, Hina’s light was on par with Nozomi’s shadows. In some areas, Nozomi’s shadows overwhelmed Hina's light. In other areas, Hina’s light drowned out Nozomi's shadows. Nozomi soon resorted to close combat, which was Hina’s weakness.

The main room was packed with people, all facing the center where Marcus stood there. Her Marcus. Tall and handsome with his blonde hair that caught the light. His bright smile that used to make her heart skip. He wore formal clothes, the kind pack members wore for important occasions. For matings. For anniversaries. Next to him stood Isla. Lyra's best friend. The girl she'd grown up with. The one she'd told all her secrets to. The one she'd trusted with everything. Isla wore a beautiful dress, deep blue like the evening sky. And on her head sat a silver circlet, the mark of a Luna.

“That fire won’t take it down before it reaches the wall.” Eolan’s shadow stirred at his feet, sensing the urgency. “Then I’ll take care of it.” Before anyone could stop him, he vaulted down the inner stairs, boots crunching into the snow-covered killing ground between the gatehouse and the inner wall. The enemy saw him—shouts rang out, arrows loosed from the tower’s upper platform. He called the shadow up like a living shield, arrows vanishing into its shifting darkness. He sprinted toward the base of the siege tower, shadow tendrils latching onto the axles, the supports, even the frozen ground beneath. With a wrenching pull, the shadow tore the forward wheel assembly free.