Shinobi War Novels & Stories

“... it’s not a conflict of interest but whatever we had, whatever the beef we had with each other leads to the current situation. And what we had is currently a conflict.” “Too complicated.” Sabrina massaged her head to understand those twisted sentences. “To make it short, the conflicts that we had are bad enough to the point where only war can solve it.” Shadow gave up to explain further. “I know that. The thing is, we must keep our ethic-” “There’s no ethics in war!” Shadow shouted yet smiling. Her hands had stopped moving as her eyes froze at Sabrina dangerously sharp. “Not in my dictionary. I was raised to annihilate all of my enemies down to their bones.”

By then, she remembered a scene from Azul's memory. He was facing some kind of war and he was the only one left alive. Through the mask that he is wearing, black flame fumes. It engulfs him and he shouted in agony as if it was his last cry. Then after a second, he fell in silence. Just when he was being attacked by some people who looks like the Light Oracles, Azul stood up and raised his hands. In a deep, scary voice, he ordered, "Rebirth." When Saiya's mind returned to the present, she was shocked by what's happening all around her; shadows from the dead villagers starts emerging.

THIRD PERSON'S POV “No matter what, we have to end this war today,” Alex commanded his team as the sun went below the horizon. The Golden shifters in Alex’s army stood there alert. Their ears perked up to catch the slightest sounds. Their senses strained in wait for their enemies. The sound of several shots sounded in the air and before they knew it, all the four hundred shifters in their team were stung with amethyst needles. The enemies had decided to use a stealth strategy. Golden wisps of energy streamed into the clearing as the opponents attacked Alex and his army in their energy form.

Only Charlie could hear everything happening outside the door. He recalled his experience when he had faced the Fujibayashi family ninjas in Japan. He could sense the movements outside with his keen senses. The enemies outside were using the shuriken as their weapon. It was the same weapon that Fujibayashi Aota had used at that time! He frowned a little and scoffed disdainfully. “Hmph. It’s the Japanese Ninja!” Right after that, he quietly grabbed the Soul Blade in his hand.

Prince Shiro must’ve realized who she was so he decided to bow his head and introduce himself again. “Good day, your majesty. I am Prince Shiro of the Nanto Empire. I came here as requested by my father, to aid the lady in her promise to cure the people of the Taiyou Empire that has been suffering from an unknown disease.” Prince Shiro’s words were flattering. He knew his way around royalty since he’s one himself but I never expected him to be this good in speaking. He spoke calmly and his words weren’t too flattering either.

Her original programming's self-destruct code. Hidden. Waiting. Ready. The war was just beginning.

Make all thresholds one threshold. Open it. Let everything trapped move. Let everything outside enter. No more lost dead. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the false shrines, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Shrine War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.

Shinjiro tossed the empty can aside, letting it shatter against a pile of broken glass. "Take this back to Dominic Moretti," Shinjiro laughed, his eyes wild. "Tell the bastard his fancy Wall Street short squeeze is over. From tonight on, we're just gonna start slaughtering his people on the street." "Dom's gonna hunt you down for this," the guard wheezed, coughing up blood. "He’s gonna kill every single one of you." "God, I fucking hope so," Shinjiro smiled, his face twisting into pure cruelty. "Tell him to bring his whole damn army. I want a war. Burn the rest of this garbage! Burn it all!"

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.

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.