Shinobi Story Novels & Stories

“Take care.” “I’ll take care for you,” Lincoln replied and winked. Shun rolled his eyes but still smiled. He waved him goodbye. RUQA DIZON stood beside the bed of a beautiful young woman. Her expression held relief and gratefulness. Shaine’s operation is successful, much to her relief. She felt grateful to Shun but slightly curious where he got that much money. However, it wasn’t her business anymore. She knew Shun loved Shaine more than everything; he would do everything for her. It’s not surprising that Shun made a miracle and paid for her operation.

“Sugod!!” *** “Bakit hindi umaalis ang mga mamamana mula sa itaas?” Tanong ni Sapphire sa isang ninja na kakarating upang mag ulat sa kaniya. “Kamahalan, iba po ang nangyayari sa labas, kung kaya’t iniba ni Heneral Cognan ang kaniyang plano.” Ulat ng isang ninja. “Ang ibig mong sabihin hindi na kakailanganin ang tulong ng mga mamamana.?”

And what more interesting is that she is in a BL love story. The main protagonist of this story is a man called Aoi Hyoudou. A sweet boy with a poor background. He is bullied during his teenage but he never had the strength to fight back. His delicate features are the reason why Aoi is tormented too much. The possession of dark brown eyes suited his bright complexion. He has thin red lips and not single pores to decorate his soft silky skin. His fluffy curly hair will bounce once in a while during his walk and that always attract people to surrounds him. He is also a natural hardworking model student with a future to become a surgeon. Instead, his path took a good turn once he met the male l

"Long enough to decipher someone whom I see is hiding behind a mask. People, be it a man or a woman, are the least themselves when they talk in their own person. Give them a mask, and they will tell you the truth themselves. See? Simple, isn't it?" Hanako realised that keeping something from Subaru would not be that easy. She looked into his eyes, which seemed like they were looking right through her. "Yeah, really, they just told me this, that's all." Subaru's eyes narrowed. He became certain that this smartass girl was hiding something from him. He looked at Hanako with a serious expression. Subaru made the Retsu seal and pointed at Hanako's forehead. "What are you?" "Shinobu āto: Kokoro n

The latter, not one whit frightened by the adventure of the previous night, had taken his place as usual, and was lying on the bank, when Chôbei came up to him, and said- “Sir, I am Chôbei, the chief of the Otokodate, at your service. I have learnt with deep regret that two of my men insulted and attacked you last night. However, happily, even Gompachi, famous swordsman though he is, was no match for you, and had to beat a retreat before you. I know, therefore, that you must be a noble Samurai, who by some ill chance have become a cripple and a beggar. Now, therefore, I pray you tell me your entire story; for, humble wardsman as I am, I may be able to assist you, if you will condescend to al

But that would be too simple and not overly fun. When the thought of fun went through his head, he felt embarrassed for a moment, waiting for Shieena's voice and the rebuke in it, but she wasn't here. He was alone. And fun was allowed. They were waiting for him. Two units of heavily armed goblins and at least six dozen shamans behind them. The high shaman was nowhere in sight. Nio grinned and let them attack. As the warriors screamed and ran toward him, raw magic surrounded him like another

shouted Maki Abe. The Sunland ninjas, their blood boiling, swarmed toward Kiran. Though Kiran was weakened, his mind conjured the image of playing "The Joyful Odyssey" on the harp. His hands moved as if playing the harp, instinctively waving as he advanced. His body took hits, but he kept moving forward, ninjas falling continuously. Watching this scene, Lilian felt a surge of excitement. So, "The Joyful Odyssey" was a martial art after all!

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

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.

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?