Shinobi Life Novels & Stories

His eyes were light blue that contrasted his fur. “I stand as a representative of the five nations of the Cobalt Union. We also have prepared counter measures to face the enemy. Who are we up against anyway?” Shima asked the question that was in everybody’s minds. Shima was a fish beastman, or more generally called a fishman. Shima’s skin was a mixture of fish scales on top of human skin that were both soft blue in colour. He had five gills on each side of his neck that were constantly expanding and shrinking as he ‘breathed’. His hair was long with green-blue colour and was curly. His eyes were so dark brown that it almost seemed black. His attire was the japanese yukata that exposed a part

“Those two are trying to tell me some fairy tales!” “Fairy tales, you say. Interesting.” He said, yawing. “Would you like some coffee, man?” Nick asked him. “Yes, please. We have to come up with a fairy tale, and it has to be a perfect one, lest you would finish your assault sentence.” “Damn it! Is it that bad?” She looked at him with puppy eyes, but Matthew was silent. ____ Shinai is a modern sword, typically made of bamboo, used for practice and competition in kendo.

* * * * 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.

Miyamoto Shinji and the other two looked at Shirley Yang in Shinei, also looking forward to Shirley Yang's answer. “Live well. Someone will come and take your lives, but that person isn’t me!” Shirley Yang replied indifferently without looking back. What! Someone would come to take their lives? Could this person be Yang Xiao? When they thought of suffering the endless anger of Yang Xiao, Tang Hao and the other three became thrilled on the spot. Their souls suddenly thrilled at this moment.

“Do you know just how hard my life has been for the past few days? “It’s already bad enough that I’m being treated like an outcast by Hong Kong and Las Vegas’ upper social circle after I fought with Vince York… “But protecting Akio is a lot harder than just killing him! “I took down at least fifty Islanders in just a single day! “Ninjas, killers, onmyojis, swordsmen… “These people have endless tricks up their sleeves! They’re everywhere! It’s almost impossible to keep them at bay! “They can just pretend to be anyone and slip inside too…

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.

They love me as if I’m their own. When I was younger, Ishir used to find me when I’d go hide and cry alone. He would walk up to me in his tiger form, wrap himself around me, and begin purring until I calmed down and fell asleep. Zephyr is much the same. She’s one of the most kind and gentle women I’ve ever met. I know she suffered, we all know what happened to her when Cal was in the laboratory, and then when she realized that Iniko was alive. When you live like we do, you don’t have any secrets. Well, unless you’re Iniko. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before he was reborn.

A small boat waits at the shoreline, barely visible. “Go!” Jace shouts. Warriors lift juveniles into the boat first. I hand up the pup in my arms before turning to block another charging enemy. Steel clashes. A blade slices my side. I answer with a killing strike. Lina stands at the water’s edge, arms outstretched. Her shadows surge wider—covering not just us, but the boat, the shoreline, the very reflection on the lake’s surface. It’s like night itself bends around her. “Now!” she gasps.

Vix said finally relaxing he sat back down where he had been and Rian sat int he chair beside Shina as she sat back down too. Everything was silent for a moment and then Vix pushed an open box of food towards Shina a burger and fries were inside and he looked at her pointedly. She tilted her head for a moment and then nodded picking it up and starting to eat. The food hitting her tongue made her make a small groan she hadn't realized how hungry she was. Vix's eyes flashed silver when she groaned and he shifted in his seat. Rian looked at Vix thoughtfully and pulled a salad over to himself. "So what does it all mean then? Does that mean Shina can't be an artist anymore?" The statement made Sh