Shinobi War Novels & Stories

"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.

“Ye’re a snivelin’ puppy… ’n so are all those who submit tah be governed by th’ laws that jōnins ’ave made fer thar own security. Honor, ye fool? Nay, give me a merry life ’n a short one any day.” “I’m not sure about a merry life but I can help you with the second part.” Sasha generated an ice shinobuken sword. The shinobuken and the saber were two completely different swords. The techniques of using a shinobuken stemmed from how Slayers viewed the world and the fighting ring, which sought to synthesize the disparate elements of bushido (the moral of the warrior), meditation, practical hand-eye coordination, timing and so on. Unlike the traditional katana, a shinobuken was shorter and had a

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

S who download the whole wikipedia pages for it. "...Mr. President!…this is….How?..". (Matriarch Kasuma) Shocked with what I give her, Matriarch Kasuma was clearly ecstatic by what in front of her. "That's is all I knew about shinobi…of course back in my time I knew a few shinobi clan..that's why I was quite shock seeing there's an existed clan out there still practicing that kind of lifestyle….I figure that manual can help you and your clan a bit…".

He simply nodded his head. “Smart. Now we know what Anubis was truly planning. The question is, are we all onboard with this plan?” Rin provided a very good question. This fight was about to get real ugly. Just as Rin asked his questions, more beams of light shined down from the sky. They weren’t as big, but we all had the feeling that Ra somehow sent for his army. “I would say decide now. We’re about to go to war, so pick a side.” Rin added as smaller Ra-like shifters were slowing flying out of the beams of light.

"Listen to me, people of Green kingdom and guests. The princes are both equal in skill. I have therefore thought it best that my daughter Shinja should choose which of the princes she loves. That will be the man she will get married to. My decision is made and its final." Shinja worried her lower lip with her teeth. It had come down to her decision again. Silver had not expected the turn of events, neither had Brown. They stood there in the arena, dressed in full armor, stunned. What had just happened? Silver had a feeling of how this would go because Shinja had said to him that she loved him. He now wished she had not changed her mind. The fight had no loser nor winner but if he had won, it

He wanted to see what kind of blueprints he'd be able to receive for this simple job. On the other side of the telepathic call, Shiroa was currently in an NPC restaurant in SC Pier City, sharing a table with someone. Before Shiroa sat a handsome man in plate armor, identifying him as a warrior. This warrior possessed short brown hair, similarly to Guardian Knight, but wielded a giant battle-ax as opposed to the sword and shield that the latter uses. Naturally, this player was Blade Warlord. At the moment, Blade Warlord looked a bit run down but he was still capable of captivating others with his looks. Seeing that Shiroa was no longer speaking and was staring off into space, Blade Warlord sp

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *