Shinobi Genesis Novels & Stories

The attack was rapid, accurate, and ruthless. However, Gideon had anticipated it. His eyes emitted a faint golden glow, allowing him to perceive flaws in techniques and enemy movements, giving him the advantage to prepare. This was the result of the GeneX Pill. Gideon had always entertained this idea. Yet until now, the GeneX Pill had only subtly changed his eyes, with no other peculiar effects. His eyes had developed extraordinary abilities, essentially granting him unique eye techniques. This was an uncommon and fortunate occurrence. When Cain's initial attack failed to connect, he was momentarily taken aback, but without a moment's delay, he disappeared from the spot once more. He moved w

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.

Kione screeched and pounced lithely, pulling Gen from us and grabbing her neck. My jaw dropped. My heart ceased to beat. I swear, I was scared Kione would hurt her girlfriend without knowing the whole story of Gen’s sacrifices to save her. “Kione,” Gen coughed, gasping to breathe as she looked at Kione. “Don’t you…” she closed her eyes. “Don’t you remember us?” Gen was one of the best female hunters in the Order, but here she was, looking like weak prey in the hands of her predator. “I don’t know you.” Kione glared at her, hissing again, her fangs promising to sink into her skin.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

Fresh blood scented the air; something small and furry had found it earlier. “Poachers,” he growled low. “Or Crimson scouts. Either way, we’re not alone.” I swallowed. “How many?” “Enough to set more than one.” He scanned the ground, then the trees. “Stay close. Step exactly where I step.” We moved slower after that, Genesis testing every patch of ground with a stick before committing weight. I copied him, heart in my throat. Every rustle felt like death waiting to pounce. We found the second trap an hour later: a tripwire stretched across a game path, connected to a net of weighted branches overhead. Genesis cut it with a claw, let the net crash harmlessly to the ground.

“Ye’re a snivelin’ puppy… ’n so are all those who submit tah be governed by th’ laws that jōnins ’ave made fer thar own security. Honor, ye fool? Nay, give me a merry life ’n a short one any day.” “I’m not sure about a merry life but I can help you with the second part.” Sasha generated an ice shinobuken sword. The shinobuken and the saber were two completely different swords. The techniques of using a shinobuken stemmed from how Slayers viewed the world and the fighting ring, which sought to synthesize the disparate elements of bushido (the moral of the warrior), meditation, practical hand-eye coordination, timing and so on. Unlike the traditional katana, a shinobuken was shorter and had a

Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him. I get up, dipping my head down, resting my forehead against the cool wet blades, focusing on the human within. Willing my wolf to retreat. I slowly retract my claws and canines, pawing at the ground and licking my teeth as they do. My bones swiftly and smoothly shorten their length, seeming to gliding into each other, like the rods of a tent as they click into place. I can feel my wolf melt away along with my fur, and shiver at the cold breeze blowing over my bare naked body.

The gentle rustle of the clean linen filled the space between us as I started wrapping his fingers. I wound the white fabric carefully over the burns to protect the sensitive flesh from the rain. My hands shook violently from the leftover adrenaline but I forced myself to tie the knots securely. The white fabric soaked up the cold rainwater almost instantly. I made sure to wrap the linen loose enough to prevent painful swelling but tight enough to stay secure. He had massive hands designed to wield broadswords and crush the throats of his enemies. Holding them gently in my lap felt like trying to bandage a wounded predator that could snap my neck at any second.

Genesis surged. Not toward the city. Inward. Toward him. The gold light flared violently. The drone in front of her shook. “Containment breach,” it stated flatly. Mason grabbed her arm. “What’s happening?” “He anchored himself as a guide,” she whispered. “But Genesis doesn’t want a guide anymore.” The prototype’s face went pale. “It’s shedding him.” The drone’s voice fractured. Two tones overlapping. “Ariana—” his voice began. Then layered beneath it—

Authority said, but Genesis was already running, laughing, trying to understand games. The child tagged another pup, but the touch turned grass beneath them into clouds. Everyone briefly fell through before Protection caught them. "Sorry!" Genesis called, concentrating hard. The ground solidified, but now it was made of softness—still solid but gentle to land on. "Cool!" the pups decided, bouncing on ground that shouldn't exist. Through Connection, we felt pack's gradual acceptance. Genesis wasn't threat but child—impossibly powerful but genuinely innocent, desperate to understand mortality.