Shinobi Life Novels & Stories

He exclaimed. “Shut up nerd!” Dan replied. “Actually, I have one.” Shino butted in; he was the youngest who was only 12 years old and currently on 6th grade of elementary. His brothers looked bombshell after hearing it from their little brother. “Y-your kidding me Shin? Right?” June asked with doubts in his eyes. “No. Of course I’m not.” He showed their pictures on the phone, a girl who looked older that him, kissing him on the lips.

"Aurken's POV" "Shiiiiiiit !!!!" I shouted. That kuishinbo nearly killed me, damn! "There are still many kuishinbos!" Simon shouted as he fled. "Stay alert!" "Fuck! " On the other hand, Shiro is killing the devourers, also known as 'Kuishinbo' "Sir! This is bad! What are supposed to do?" Shiiiiit, considering the situation, we might all be finished, it's not right, I just ranked up, it can't be, I need to think of something.

Rhiannon said when suddenly she was back surrounded by a wall of Bamboo. “You little bitch. Did you really think that would work?” She asked. “No, but I figured it was worth the try.” Felan said. “As soon as my pack can bust through that wall, you will be mine.” Shaba says. “No need to bust anything down.” Felan said as she grabbed Shaba. She had her by the throat before Keyne waved his hand and the bamboo disappeared.

We are the ones you chose and we are not chosen among you. Over time we were forgotten by vampire hunters, they thought we were gone and gone. Actually we have succeeded in becoming human beings. But still, a descendant of Richard and Sherina, Sha. He still has his strength. Descendants of Yorin and Yondaime, Romeo. He still has his strength. I who only from the ordinary, not a nobleman has my own abilities. Lili my best friend, he remains a human being by living his life with his lover. Although they are different, but the harmony of the family is maintained.

Lila narrowed her eyes, letting out a burst of aura that rivaled any beta. "I know exactly who you are," she snapped. "And my studio isn't open to people who try to steal what belongs to others—no matter what their last name is." The air in the room turned to ice. The receptionist kept her head down, pretending to be busy with the books. Vivienne's expression shifted. She took a half-step forward, chin up, her voice dropping into a threat. "Lila, the major production I'm filming next month... the investors are—"

Aya gags, I clench, and am working through every way I know how to kill a person before they can blink. Our art form, Shin-ki, literally translates as the Shadow Kill. Shinkori aren’t strictly assassins, but it doesn’t change the foundation of our knowledge. It is meant to be uses on Devils. The true threat and actual enemy of all people. If not, for the peace of our nations.

This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful. Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.

When a person was on the brink of death, it was only natural to be filled with terror. But at that moment, Thiago was surprisingly calm. There wasn't the slightest trace of fear in his heart. He closed his eyes. His life began flashing before his eyes. At the age of 18, he joined the ranks of the criminal underworld. After learning martial arts, he clawed his way up through the ranks and eventually attained the 12th rank on the Tigrine Ranking. He became the undisputed king of Rivershine's criminal underworld.

I walked along the shimmering line of the barrier, its energy faintly tingling against my skin as we passed it. Robbie Jr. nestled against my chest in his sling, dressed in a baby tracksuit that made him look like the tiniest, angriest little bouncer in town. Tanya walked beside me, arms crossed, occasionally tapping the hilt of her dagger like she was itching for a fight. The sun filtered softly through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor and the wide, thriving camp that had formed near the edge of our protected territory.

What other way was there? “I don’t care how it was supposed to be. Now tell me what is she worth to you?” I hated this. I could quickly press pass his two shields and push my blade into his neck, but that would be stupid. I could take them all out without putting up too much of a fight, but his snipers are the ones that worries me. If they are only a friction of what I am. I am dead and although I told him that I wasn’t afraid to die, I was more keen on living since I entered the game.