Shade Ninjago Novels & Stories

he hisses, his voice a chilling whisper carried by the wind. Sarah knew she has no choice but to fight once more. She draw her concealed dagger from her bloodied cross bag, her hand trembling slightly. The ninjas who climbed the pine trees are really fast. However, with a fluid grace that belied their intent of killing her, she evades their makabishi and shuriken. Though they missed their aim, they continue to lunge towards her. Surprisingly, she dodged, her reflexes honed by years of training.

Boy are they in for a shock. Amelia is taking on a nagata and doesn’t appear to need any help from me. She looks intense and focused as she fights, not only partially shifted, but with the pair of sai that Yildiz gave her. She’s like this powerful, blonde-hair, black and white furry ninja as she moves with quick precision with her Alpha Spirit radiating off her. She’s not going for any kill shots, but she’s certainly making people think twice about fighting her.

Damien easily dodged the attack. "Come on now, do you expect me to fight 2 lowly betas and Singularis's heir? Nope. I have learned from our past encounters, and have prepared for meeting resistance like this. So 3 on 1 it is!" Hyunjin growled charging Damien and Makai, leaving himself wide open for Ni-Ko's lethal attack: little needles that paralyze an enemy so they can be handled quickly and quietly. What they didn't know was that every blow they landed on Hyunjin was also hitting Hikaru back at the house.

Then they moved more fully into the room, and she got a clear view of them. One was very nice-looking with long blondish hair caught up at the nape of his neck. The other one was the most striking man she'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was inky black and cropped in a short, careless style. His face was rugged and strong with a long, straight nose over his wide slash of lips. His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death.

I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag. It was studying me with pale, clouded-over green eyes before its attention jerked to the left again... mine momentarily shooting up the hill to where we rolled from. The zombie and I made eye contact again as it jerked and snapped at me like a cornered dog, mangled and destroyed...

Jo held her breath, not waiting for him to tell her what lay on the other side, and plunged ahead. It was more like a children’s slide than a doorway or a fall. She found herself slipping on her backside about five feet into the earth before she hit something at the bottom. Her eyes adjusted to the dark quickly, and she realized it was Zane she’d collided with. He moved aside, and knowing there would be more LIGHTS team members coming down the shoot, Jo got up and moved out of the way just in time to clear the runway for Cadon, Leo, and Ping.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Shiro replied. [Shiro, a medium heighted, tan skinned, short-hair, and slim build. He is an all-rounder class soldier, who is a close friend of Jin. Suddenly, a woman approached towards Jin and Shiro. She is also a medium heighted, pale skinned, long hair that has highlights in light purple, and dark brown eyes.] “Hey Shiro, I’ve brought you some steamed chicken! Oh! Who is he!?” “Nova, this is Jin, he is one of my friends who gives me his excess scrap materials for enhancing my equipment, and also yours.” Shiro replied.

At Nate's words, the three princes looked at me as I waved the weapon I held in my hands. "Guys look! I found a shuriken." I said in excitement. I gasped. "Does that mean ninjas are real!? Can I learn a shadow clone jutsu!? Imagine hundreds of me running around. Oh! That is just marvelous. Maybe I should practice my N*r*t* run." "Ah ha..." Ren said nervously. Sweat was forming on the young werewolf's forehead. "I don't know what kind of weapon is a jutsu or a N*r*t*but don't throw that thing away if you don't know how to use it."

Tracing each line that contours his body, lingering on every bulge of muscle and dip in the perfectly smooth peach cream skin of his chest and abdomen. A sharp pain to my left wrist catches me off guard as it jerks to my right. I fall onto my left side in the grass before I can balance myself. I shoot a sideways glare up at Iselyn, who just kicked me and let out a small huff. Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him.