Shadow Naruto Novels & Stories

I yelled his name and tossed my jacket at her as she walked toward the path. I fell asleep in the car as I waited for her, but I woke up to the sound of twigs being snapped as eight men ran through the woods. They were all putting on the traditional Shinobi Shōzoku and held blades in their hands. I recognized them from the red markings on their foreheads. Shadow clan. I ran towards the cabin and saw Kelvin setting it ablaze as they ran from the shadow clan. I knew he will fight to the death to save her, so I took a deep breath and created my greatest illusion yet. I made them watch me die.

"If you're willing to go with us to Maine." "Or suicidal." "Nah. Anything but," he says enthusiastically. "This is a real chance for me to get an in depth, personal look at the Crescent Shadow pack. It could be a really amazing learning experience." "Or really gruesome death," she points out. "Either way," he shrugs. "I'm sure as hell not going to let you guys go alone. I'll leave the pack if I have to. But you guys will always have me to watch your backs, that's a promise."

“For the Supreme One oversees everything in the dark void with Nate who receives half of his core without any fault.” “She is telling the truth,” Everyone is surprised, a bit disappointed for they didn’t use the spell of reflection and mirror to see what is happening inside the dark dream void that Nate and Marie just went into. Failing to catch a glimpse of the Supreme One, Haruna is a bit surprised, but expecting something like that to happen. HIS plan and games that is a bit faster than they four initially knew about. “I see.” Her reply of assurance, while hiding the truth of the contract of being one of HIS directions. “Then you didn’t suffer like I am thinking that you went through.”

Hiro started, “For those who doesn't know it yet, the Shadow Snakes were hired by Tsuchida Kosuke to assassinate Wang Jian. My dearest uncle gave the Shadow Snakes resources, and Zhao Kang planned and organized the attack. Our intelligence unit discovered where and when we can kill Zhao Kang…” Hiro made an introduction and then pointed Nicolas, so that he could tell the rest. The brown-haired geek, which Melisa called “Sir Nicolas” seemed to be even more average now, sitting right beside me, then when I saw him on a profile photo. He slowly stood up with an “I don't care” expression painted all over his face, and turned on a big screen hanging on the wall, to show the rest of us some presen

Yang said, as he slithered out of Shiro's shadow. "so what do you want " he asked "I need a smoke screen" Shiro replied "Is it that serious?" "yeah, about five people sensing my energy" "I need power for that that" "about how much?" "hyaku man (1,000,000) volts " Shiro shrugged a little then said "okay " as he held his brother's hand and began passing power to him. It took a few seconds and afterwards Yang was fully charged, glowing as if he was about to explode. then he smiled and took a few steps away from Shiro, and at the top of his voice he yelled "OVERSHADOW !!!"

Taking the subtle route was going to fail me in a matter of seconds. "That is Zhara Shunah, you fucking idiots!" Upon hearing the men behind me, I ripped into the abyss. Black daggers flung themselves through the gate and impaled two of the three men. Where they were clad in armour, my shadows curled and dissipated. But their throats were still exposed. The tall man watched in horror as his two companions gurgled on their own blood, but I didn't have enough time to watch them bleed.

The baton connected with the back of my neck, hard and final. Pain exploded through me, fast and blinding. My body gave in instantly, strength draining out like it was never mine to begin with. My knees buckled. The wall slipped away. Voices turned distant. Blurred. And just like that... Darkness took over.

I glanced around, the puzzled expressions staring back at me like shadows in the dim light. "Any thoughts?" I asked, my tone betraying the slightest edge of confusion. A thick silence hung in the air, stretching seconds into what felt like minutes. Finally, Mr Edward the Chief of Operations, a man whose face was lined with years of service, slowly raised his hand. I nodded and waved, watching as he stood up measuredy, his movements slow, deliberate. His eyes swept the room, and in that brief moment, it felt as though the air itself was holding its breath.

A middle-ranked warrior, older than her by a few years, broad-shouldered and scarred from a dozen training-field scuffles. He’d been one of the first to laugh when she’d tripped with a tray. One of the last to mock when she’d left, his gaze unreadable. Now, his eyes shone the same pale, dead silver as the puppet-sentry’s. He staggered to his paws, movements slow and stiff. Shadow clung to his fur like oil, dripping from his shoulders in tendrils that tried to rise back toward the wall. Luna’s fingers dug into the frozen earth.

It wasn’t one of theirs, it was answered by another — the sound coming from beyond the outer treeline and the shadows. The drums stopped abruptly, same as the cheerful laughter, aND the next seconds there was confusion. A sharp, echoing crack rang out as protective sigils flared and shattered, followed by loud screams as dark shapes burst from the trees, moving with brutal precision. They were wolves and men and something in between like forms shifting mid-stride with wet, tearing sounds — Klaus's forces had arrived. The Dark Knight Pack scrambled in response as warriors surged forward, forming lines around the pups and elders. Clashes of metal with ear-splitting clangs filled the air with t