Novel & Cerita Shinobi War

It was not like he was smarter. Warren deeply felt like Zayne lacked the spirit of someone strong. Those above-average warriors could only threaten regular warriors. They were nothing to them, so how could an above-average warrior be a threat at all? Yet, Zayne was still worried. He was just too cowardly. He had never seen such a cowardly leader! If Warren was in the same position, he would not be so anxious. Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw four people chatting in the distance. What surprised him was the fact that he saw Shin!

He scratched the back of his head. "Things? Like what things?" A huge grin was slowly breaking on Yara's lips. "I don't know man." Kabir glared at Yara to shut her enthusiasm. "Yara shut him off," Minahil barked. Yara winked at Kabir and said, "On one condition. If you come out." "If I come out, I'll beat this pussy to death," Minahil said again. "Minahil!" Both Yara and Kabir called her name, extremely shocked.

Chase *****Late Afternoon — The Collapsing Front Line***** I had fought in wars before. Pack wars. Border wars. Blood feuds that lasted generations. None of them looked like this. The sky was burning. The ground was splitting open. Creatures that should not exist were ripping through my people like they were made of paper. And in the middle of all that chaos… Finn and Lucian. Side by side. Like they had been born to fight together. Lucian tore through a shadow-beast with brutal precision, snapping its neck and throwing the body aside before it even hit the ground. Finn followed his movement, hands glowing, crushing two more enemies into the dirt with invisible force.

Chapter 43 Shadow Weavers of Shinjuku The attack of the Shadow-Weavers was not a chaotic lunge like the New Breed spider monsters; it was a silent, coordinated execution maneuver that moved with the terrifying speed of an electrical current. The three indigo-clad figures didn't make a sound as their boots left the wet cobblestones, their bodies dissolving into fluid ribbons of black mist that blurred into the shadows of the narrow alleyway before Laila could even draw her hands from her leather trench coat.

I mumbled as I let my wolf succumb to my entire sub-conscious and let her have absolute control over every course of action I'd take. Shin pushed Lizzy towards Nero's side as he shifted to his wolf as well. He was evidently more gigantic than me. His claws were the same length as my legs. He seemed to have no more hesitations in mind, so I initiated the duel between the two of us, wherein I would obviously stand no chance to defeat him. I continuously flew all over the place, trying to search for an opening where I could land my first blow, but Shin was literally securing every spot where his weak spot might be located. He doesn't even have any blind spots; he can easily see everywhere I go.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

My eyes will lie eventually and that can jeopardize everything that I have tried so hard to create. The sounds of bones rupturing and fracturing dance in the air, as axes clatter and clank into their wooden shields under the roiling, doom-laden sky. The servants from the Grand Alkhemi fight against the fully transformed wolves from Lucian City. It is hard to identify who is who, because the dark cloud rumbles with thunder and lightening, intensifying the battlefield. “Nobi.” A man's voice calls out.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

"Is it difficult?" I meet Nokita's eyes and hold his gaze because I know exactly what he's asking. "Nearly impossible." He grunts. Mating is tricky for Shadow Warriors and I'm the first in hundreds of years to mate with one of our kind, so none of us really know what to expect. While Marinah read our history and shared what she learned, I realized the culture we came from on our home planet has little to do with what is happening on Earth. In our history we were never peaceful farmers. Each Warrior, male and female, was born with one purpose and that purpose was to die in war. Finding a balance between what we were before and hundreds of years of passive farming is our only option. Marinah i

he shouted before sprinting towards the enemies. Tara's eyes widened. She was expecting that Iwaoka will be mad and berate her for being hot-headed right now. Then it narrowed as her grin came back. "As if you surpass me!" she shouted back. Meanwhile, the sky darkened above the east side of the battlefield. Lightning struck down and several enemies were thrown off the ground, turning into ashes. Siri Jōn slashed, hacked and stabbed his sword with expertise. His mind was busy invading each soldier's memories to get more information about them.