Shinobi: Heart Under Blade Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

"The armor is too strong! Change plan!" SpeedBlade, now armed with his sword, sees what's QuickShot means. He runs toward Dr. Cho but she won't fall for the same trick twice. Waiting until SpeedBlade is in position, she looks up at the monitors on the fall. With a simple gaze, she causes all the monitors to explode. They fall from the walls and onto SpeedBlade. While SpeedBlade is buried under a pile of burning monitors, she turns toward QuickShot as she prepares more arrows.

He felt the shift in the air pressure, the sudden, violent displacement of the holographic cherry blossoms. The white blade materialized aimed directly at Dax's neck. Dax ducked, the blinding corrupted sub-ether searing the collar of his leather cut as it passed over him. He spun on his heel, driving his Phase-Knife in a brutal upward arc toward the Shogun's exposed chrome ribs. CLANG. The Shogun parried the strike with blinding speed, the clash of blue and white sub-ether sending a localized shockwave through the courtyard that cracked the obsidian floor beneath their boots.

Hayate stopped his friend from jumping at the two behind him. Karu pointed the knife—no, a dagger at Jai and Claude. “H-How did they get pass the shinobi?” He asked nervously. Claude leaned closer to Jai and whispered. “Shinobi is ninja too, same meaning.” Jai nodded in understanding. He actually already knew about it, but he appreciated the effort. “You must be Karu.” Jai said. The dagger was pointed at Jai. “H-How do you know my name?”

Shelby ignored the blinding pain and went at the guy intending to take him unawares, but the guy was aware of her movement and was able to parry her off, but was able to take a lick of his flesh. " You bitch! " Blade growled in. anger looking down on his bleeding thighs in rage. He had not expected the blonde to last this long or get more than one cut at him, but she seems to bet better than he had thought. He charged again, his fury blinded him and made his movements clumsy and careless. This new development gave Shelby the opening she needed and she took it thrusting her sword into his heart. She panted as heavy sweat dripped off his face down his body like a flowing river. With all her mi

"Look out, Yukime!" Yagyuu Shinji's pupils shrank, but he didn't dare to help because Hanaki Inuichiro was staring at him wickedly. Hanaki Naoki's mouth tinged with satisfaction. In his opinion, this blow contained the essence of the One Blow of Knife, and as a woman, Yagyuu Yukime had no choice but to dodge. He had even begun to prepare the next move. "You're courting death!"

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.

…heart… bleeding… ○|￣|_ Young master... Can I... get a hug too? 〒▽〒