Shinobi War Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Being aware of what was going on around you was key to any success in battle. Except when it was the scent of Geo's mate wafting into the room. "Stay focused," Shiro told him. He had to get past this. If there was going to be any chance of still using his second in battle, he needed to get him to not focus so much on his mate's scent. Those eyes dilated and his nostrils flared, but they stared focus on the training routine. He was one of the best warriors that their pack had. Shiro and him had trained together since they were young. They had a connection through their training that was difficult for warriors to get. Neither had to say much for them to know just what the other wanted.

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.

I snorted and pointed the gun at Shinobu’s head. “Yūri, let’s talk about this.” Shinobu tried to speak, his voice squeaking. “I’m done talking. No one, I repeat, no one pretends to be me.” With that, I pulled the trigger. “Yūri!!!” “OH MY GOD!!” “HE’S DEAD!!” The screams of terror erupted in the room as Shimobu’s body slumped in his chair, his head falling to the side.

She comes to a halt and a trace of despair appears on her face. "What is it, exactly? What made you ground to a standstill? Was there a problem? or did you just wake up?" When she noticed her friend's countenance change suddenly, the short-haired girl asked. "I witnessed a battle... I also hear occasional crying from children and adults, as well as fighting noise; every scene appears to be extremely real." She looks out the glass window while she continues to speak "After that, everything goes black, and I hear a voice before I wake up."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.