Shinobi: Heart Under Blade Novels & Stories

she said, obviously mocking her best friend. “True, though. Franco’s experiencing the wicked rules of Hiro just like Gino did. It’s taking sides because of the looks for me,” Lucas said. I shifted in my seat to think of something that will make me included in what they are talking, but realized that I have no absolute idea. I don’t even know what storyline the movie has and the characters and the roles they are trying to portray. I am not really into watching movie, but for the sake of spending time with Eliana, and piss off Lucas just by my existence, I did join them.

There he stands: Noah. Kneeling in the pale open space, he keeps his head down. Never giving up. Just spent, still resisting. Blood spreads wide over his thick coat, bright like red fruit in frost. The snow under him carries its mark. Nearby rests what remains of his blade, catching light without fire. A shape looms above. Thin, stretched too far, as if the air split open. It grips a knife, slim and sharp, ready to drop without sound. Hooded, blurred by dusk, yet those eyes lock into place - hollow, still, beyond feeling.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

My heart is hitting my ribcage with so much force I can barely even hear her. How in the baloney does she want me to relax? I glance over at the judge's table, the fan girl in me clawing its way out as my eyes land on Crash Course Rebellion's star drummer, Brendan O'Connor. His natural blonde hair is kept short, unlike his best friend's, and his sky-blue eyes can have every girl swooning with just one glance. Even from behind his prescription glasses, he can make all the girls in his vicinity fall at his feet. His arms are eye candy for those in love with muscles and men will kill to have a body as good as his. I would know; I've got tons of magazine posters of him. Shirtless, might I add.

‘We have to. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it - the moment I might die. I’ve always been a weak Omega, but now it’s time to step up as the Luna of my new pack. Time to be something...more. I take a deep, sticky breath and unsheathe my claws, my tail lashing back and forth behind me. Liam and I move in tandem, circling the zombie-dragon, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

“But this works too. No witnesses out here.” She lunges forward, the makeshift blade aimed straight at my heart. l

He yelled as kept dodging her strikes "IT'S ME!!" He added but it was like she couldn't hear what he was saying, she just kept swinging her blade at him like she had the intent to kill him. An ominous figure whatched it play through a screen in an unknown location. "How will you get out of this?" "You can't save yourself if you stay" "You can't save her if you run" "Can you bring yourself to attack someone you love?" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: The blade of Obgun'abali has the ability to change it's level of sharpness depending on who or what it wants to cut.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.