Shinobi Clans Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

She cannot help but laugh, she finds her circumstances rather pitiful but at the same time, she is feeling lucky. "This is the only selfish act I have made for myself, Solana. Will you let mommy have it?" She said as she crouches down. She draw her claws out to trigger the alternative memory she did before and began to make a new one. It was more like a vision that seems so real. In the vision, the clan where Solana belongs were all killed with Sybil, her mother. Their corpses are displayed, and Sybil's dead body rests on the top of it.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

That is the true Sinister Breed clan. The true Elite Cultivatorinister Apprentice Cultivatorreed clan, each one of them is like a top level plane forming big and small, even if it is a great distance, every Elite Cultivatorinister Apprentice Cultivatorreed clan can clearly see, this is not Armored crystals of that kind exist.

"Still, he seemed angry about something. More than usual, I mean." "Zephyr always looks angry lately. It comes with the territory of being Alpha, I suppose. All that responsibility and pressure." I patted my hands dry with a plush towel with deliberate slowness, letting them continue talking. Information always flowed more freely when people thought you were not actually listening. "My mate says there has been unusual rogue activity near the southern borders," the redhead continued, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Three scouts went missing last month. Just vanished without a trace."

she sighed, chewing the cover of her pen. --- Chapter 2: Trials and Tribulations --- "Luna faced numerous challenges throughout her life. From battles with rival clans to inner turmoil, her journey was fraught with danger. Yet, she persevered, driven by a sense of duty and destiny..." Claire traced these words in inspiration. “This is exactly how I feel,” she thought, feeling a stronger connection with the words. --- Chapter 3: Legacy and Influence --- "Luna's legacy is one of resilience and transformation. Her teachings continue to inspire and guide those who follow in her footsteps. To this day, her name is synonymous with power and grace..."

* * * * February 2006, Nidhogg Headquarters Ren Shibasaki stared on emotionlessly as several Nidhogg members ran frantically past him in the hallways of the headquarters of Nidhogg. That place had been his home for as long as he could remember. And taking the lives of humans is nothing but second nature to him by now. Ren raised one eyebrow as two Nidhogg members ran past him, holding a stretcher between them on which lay a severely injured man who was screaming and trying to break free, but his arms and legs were currently strapped down.

“And who are they?” Shadow rolled her head to the ceiling, recalling her perfectly fine memory. Ajiad waited patiently although his expression wasn’t exactly bright. “Lion tribe.” She counted. “Of course,” Ajiad murmured in relief. If anything, the lion tribe was benefit the most. As long as Shadow was theirs, that's it. “Wingsman clan.” “I’d foreseen it, somehow.” He said sarcastically. “Feathers clan.” “Feathers? As if a bird tribe?”

Nanako replied with firm determination, “The four major ninja clans in Japan have already pledged their allegiance to the Ito family now. I will summon all of the ninjas today and bring them to Eastcliff personally to assist Charlie-kun!” As soon as Jasmine heard this, she immediately said, “Okay! In that case, I will go back and discuss this matter with my grandpa first. I will also hurry up to prepare the manpower. We will meet in Eastcliff, then!”

Ghouls. The Rat Clan as Mantilo had explained. And maybe once they had been a normal Clan, one of the many that had fallen and risen over the ages of their world...but now they were a tribe of monsters. Cannibals. Scavengers. Ravenous beasts. Somewhere along the way they had lost their true shape and their minds. And their bodies reflected this. But there was one man who used them, trained them, beat them to his will. The man that had sent them after Brandon, the man who held their leash. The man who had cultivated them into a pack of hunting hounds that could rival even the wolves.