Shinobi War Novels & Stories

Noah stood hackles up ready. The first Lobo slammed into Noah, Lilliana lunged at it as it did going for its throat. Her eyes watching the two that were fast approaching. She didn't know how she was going to fight all of them all at once, it took two wolves to bring down one. She watched Cole going through the crowd taking down who he could. Lobo’s and wolves scattering about the ground. She realized there were more wolves injured than Lobos. She sunk her teeth into the Lobo’s neck ripping and tugging trying to kill it as it slashed and clawed at Noah.

Nicole shouted my name. It was like her voice went through one ear and out the other. I was now able to relax again. “He’s better now.” Her voice faded. “Good, we need to get him up and ready to head out.” Grimm told her. My eyes opened and I turned to Grimm, slowly. “What’s going on?” I asked him. He smirked at me and the next words that he said to me had me up and about. “War.” He told me.

Nobunaga, Masahide and Masamune stood on their feet; hands on their sword ready to draw them out. "This is an assassination attempt." Nobunaga declared. The daimyo grew frightened but he continued to attack. Nō pulled out her dagger and blocked the daimyo's attack. "Who are you?" The daimyo asked the ninja. Nō didn't answer fearing that Nobunaga would hear her voice and recognize her. The daimyo's men entered the room and everyone was in a full-out battle. Nō had faith in the others when it came to swordsmanship. She was distracted for just a few seconds and the daimyo managed to stab her side.

"What? Benji, the owner of the ancient swordsmanship of Japan, once touched the legendary secret?" Hearing this, Yang Xiao’s face could no longer remain calm. What kind of existence was Miyamoto Shinji? He was a warrior from the late period of the Republic of China to early Jianghu era. He became famous in one fell swoop because of his decisive battle with Sasaki Ichiro. In his later years, he became an official in Sichuan. In his books, there were books about the art of war titled "The Mirror of Military Strategy", "The Five Rounds Book", "The Prescriptions of the Five Paths" and "35 Militarism."

Willow. The ship warped instantly out of the earth’s atmosphere, and eight in the face of the crack, taking them all by surprise. Orion grinned and pressed a button. “This is for Zephyr Prime, you bastards!”, he yelled as cannons emerged from all around the ship. They fired simultaneously in burst shots, killing all harbingers in range. They reacted quickly and started attacking the ship from all sides. “You’re up, guys.”, Orion said, and Quinn pulled out his swords. Willow took a deep breath and brought out one of his shards. He had learnt how to put limiters on himself like Tony. The harbingers were closing in now, exposing Zoi, who sat on a throne far behind his army.

Aya gags, I clench, and am working through every way I know how to kill a person before they can blink. Our art form, Shin-ki, literally translates as the Shadow Kill. Shinkori aren’t strictly assassins, but it doesn’t change the foundation of our knowledge. It is meant to be uses on Devils. The true threat and actual enemy of all people. If not, for the peace of our nations.

This was my home for a long time, but I have nothing left here, no friends, no family, Everything swept away within the space of a couple Months. Let me start from the beginning. It is 2027 mid June. Our world has gone into crisis. Wars have been breaking out everywhere. Homes have been bombed, peoples lives lost. History, art, architecture, Everything that has been preserved and kept now lost in a cloud of smoke. This is World War III.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.